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The Bird
Contributed by
Voodoo
on
Saturday, 23rd March 2013 @ 01:07:26 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Born with broken wings , he flew crooked . The other birds never knew , so they mistook it . He pecked food , and left crude behind . It was bad , but he knew that it would be good in time . So with deformed wings , and a tattered soul , he still sings , but batters foes . With winter rolling in , he fly's to warmer days , but his wing is folding in , he takes a plunge through summer rays . The light goes dark , his prolonged attackers spread the word . No happy ending for the Bird .
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2013-03-23 13:07:26] (Date/Time posted on
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