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The Bird
The cage she’s in is paper thin,
She sits upon her perch and then
She cries, a chirp, a whistle, a hymn,
But no one hears the bird.
The world she’s in is waging war,
She cannot try to match the score.
And now, she screams out, “Nevermore”,
But no one hears the bird.
Flutter as she might, she fails,
Falls to the clutch of someone else.
And then she tries to r...
Tuesday 14th March 2017 5:05 am
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