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Fly Bird Fly

Oh sweet sparrow!

How awfully stupid

of me to have let

you perch upon

my bony shoulders

without a cage 

to place you in

when you grew 


How thoughtless

to have left your

wings intact so

that you could

fly from me

when you 

tired of my


I should have had you

kept an unhappy prisoner

bound by my heartstrings

It didn't occur to 

me that I should

tether your

delicate feet to 

my delight and desire;

It seemed to me a cruel

fate for a bird so free

I simply let you

fly away one morning

and should you

come and perch 

again I would be

more than tickled

to receive you 


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