THE BIRD I PREFER
As I travel down the road
I heard a song
It came as sweet as sugar
as smooth as honey
I felt engulfed in warmth
As I travel farther
I begin to wonder
Why has this bird
sung his song
just to hear the sound?
Then I heard a note
a long sad note
shrill and ugly
But I could tell
there was effort there
And the bird I prefer
Is the one who cares about the song
not the sound.
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3 comments:
love you mom! and for the record plagiarism.
Not plagiarism when I give you credit! Already told you that.
plagerism
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