Saturday, June 21, 2014

Alone in the Forest

I fly my way every day
Sometimes I get lost
And unable to find my way

The best place I like to fly
 I'm less likely to fret
 Is the clear blue sky

 Here I've almost starved
 And lost my temper
  the first since I was carved

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