Her father was patient. Her mother was firm
“Go out little birdie. Go out and catch a worm
If you don’t go out, I’ll push you off this branch
Then you must spread your wings or you won’t stand a chance”
The little birdie pleaded
Pleaded with all her might
“Mom, I’m feeling sick
I don’t feel alright
I will fly tomorrow
You can watch me then
Tonight I am weak
I’m not lying again”
Just like all todays
This day too shall pass
Tomorrow seems distant
Tomorrow seems lost

So often, tomorrow seems far away. Then, the sun sets- and rises again.
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I really like this.. It’s sweet!
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Thank you.
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You are welcome!
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π
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You won’t fly if you don’t try π great piece. Blessings!
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Thank you, Tammy.
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You’re most welcome π
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Have a nice day.
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Thank you, and same to you!
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This reminds me of Dr. Seuss, which I love
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I wish I could be as good. I’ll try.
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Your succeeding!
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Thanks for that.
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You’re welcome!
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Have a nice day.
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