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I am often a wingless bird unable to fly a word a smile a how you do from friends rejuvenates my lifeless limbs gleefully shouting I am alive I can fly ready for the clear blue sky that is the light of day.
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Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 3:36 AM UTC
A wingless bird
I am often a wingless bird unable to fly a word a smile a how you do from friends rejuvenates my lifeless limbs gleefully shouting I am alive I can fly ready for the clear blue sky that is the light of day.
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Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 3:36 AM UTC
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