* Monday May 20th 2013 If a Bird Prose
If I were a bird I'd fly
High above the clouds and sky
something no one can buy
I felt a few tears in my eye
nothing to do now but cry
I at first would be shy
one thing if I knew why
A bird that roam free
hapily I let out a scream
as I devoured chocolate cream
at the same time I am trapped in a tree.
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