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Fly

Has this bird yet learned to fly?
Her wings are weak, though she tries.

Can wind lift her high?
Keep her afloat in the sky?
The wind sweeps her up,
Not because she wants to fly,
But to show her that she can.

Fly... fly... beautiful, now, strong, high.

© 2002 bounce.to/blacklabb

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