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Dec 2019
On this beautiful sunny day
I saw a cardinal fly my way

He perched atop the branch of a tree
There was nothing quite more red as he

Oh, little red bird so small and frail
like that little small girl behind the veil

And while she stands to mourn her loss
He perched right there upon the cross

He watches her while she grows so old
That little red bird is worth more than gold
Written by
Carson Mia  18/F
(18/F)   
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     Carlo C Gomez, Adrian S, SPT and M-E
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