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Sep 2013
So many a time,
that (I)'ve asked
a damaged little bird
to fix its own wings.
I (l)end out a helping hand,
when it said it couldn't do so  
Then I said, "Go and fly with your new wings."
It thanked then left,
I found new bliss to see the little bird
soaring high ab(ove) the clou(d)s.
I knew that it'll be better even
witho(u)t me

*j.m
Joan Marie
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