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May 8
Trouble is a bird
That flies into your lives
It makes a nest
Out of glass and knives

It cuts you up
And digs in deep
Thier talons keep you up
As you try to sleep

It whispers lies
From it's crooked beak
And circles your thoughts
Won't let you speak

But just like a bird
It will soon fly free
All troubles will leave
If you wait patiently
FrenchHornNinja
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