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you see the baby bird
sitting in its nest
its mother laying on the ground
in a nasty mess

you take the baby birdy home
and keep it safe and warm
until it grows up big and strong
to weather any storm

and when the time comes to let it go
you can't hold back the tears
you want to keep it next to you
to take away the fears

but letting go is something that
we all must do in time
for holding on to something free
would somehow be a crime

S 6/99


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