Facebook Status – April 30, 2017 at 02:08AM

A friend’s comment reminded me of this poem I wrote a few years ago:

Flying bird with broken wing
Flapping hard despite your sling
Don’t be sad, some will giggle
‘Cause your flight now has wiggle
Sing your song, pipe your whistle
Flap above barb and thistle
Who, in truth, do smirks confound?
You in air or they on ground?

Doodleslice 2012-03-08

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