All I thought was, "I am dead." I squirmed, and I chirped, completely hopeless.
I was 4.6 feet high in the sky, I wondered if imagination allowed me to fly.
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A bright green, and yellow shirt.
There! A person, with curly brown hair.
So sweet, like a sweet honey tea. She put me down gently under a tree.
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Oh, phew. I was astonished that I did not die, from some human being, that looked crazy in the eyes.
I don't know why she let me go, I was so surprised, I started to cry.
My momma has told me never trust a lie. But captured by a human. My oh my,
how did I even survive?
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I stretched my wings. Looked out, and about. Oh jeez. Am I flying now?
I was free, and free indeed! In the air, I felt the breeze going underneath.
I sing to let the whole world hear me loudly. "Me? A mourning dove?
I fit through all these tight obstacles, how do they think It's possible?"
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"Ha, ha! Brothers, and sisters, one, two, and four, here I come back for more,
swaying back, forth, and closer from tree to tree, like an eagle, finally able to craft all he has done the past, and the present. "
High up here, I always see, things aren't big like 3d. It's like a world, so small
where I am. Tiny shrunk cars, tiny trees, and the smallest the eye can not see.
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"My momma flew so far away. I guess she didn't want to see us change, but isn't it strange?
You know that friends come, and go, but what about family though?
I suppose, I know how that feels, they may leave, and they may go, but I always know that God loves me so.
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