To be able to fly through the clouds
Soaring high above the ground
Looking down on the magnificent
World beneath your wings
The whistling wind rushes by
Yet only a serene hush can be heard
No more traffic jams to get stuck in
Or the noise and fumes of cars
Oh how wondrous it would be
To be a bird on a wing
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Writing has been my friend since a teenager...I laugh, cry, think, pretend, smile as I do it. I feel that I communicate better through my writing as in person I can appear a tad scatty.
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Birds get up at the crack of dawn, sing their little hearts out and sleep only when the day darkens... They also work their arses off! A tough life, too tough for me and I wouldn't want to be a seagull, smelly, shitty, noisy and far too greedy...
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