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The bird struggled to its feet The day had finally come In fear the bird gave a small tweet The first flight is frightening to some Fly or fall, two options nothing more nothing less To me this is comparable to my own stress I asked her out, she said yes. I thought my trial had ended I flew from the tree and didn’t fall But now is the greatest test of them all Will I survive the world of prey? Or will I fall victim and dark be my days? No one knows til the end is come Not even the bird itself until it has lived a full life and bourn it’s young. Or one with the earth the bird has become
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Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 11:53 AM UTC
First Flight
The bird struggled to its feet The day had finally come In fear the bird gave a small tweet The first flight is frightening to some Fly or fall, two options nothing more nothing less To me this is comparable to my own stress I asked her out, she said yes. I thought my trial had ended I flew from the tree and didn’t fall But now is the greatest test of them all Will I survive the world of prey? Or will I fall victim and dark be my days? No one knows til the end is come Not even the bird itself until it has lived a full life and bourn it’s young. Or one with the earth the bird has become
She said yes but will the first date go well? If not will it spell the end?
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Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 11:53 AM UTC
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