Cold, Cold Heart of Gold
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Sunday, October 16, 2011
Chirp
I am a small bird.
My life is short.
I sing beautiful songs
all day
and make myself
invisible
when the weather is good.
And each year I mate,
build a nest;
nuture.
Then we fly away.
And my life is short.
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