Good morning little earthworm, Said the speckled thrush, Where would you be going, So early in a rush? I’m off to find some breakfast, He answered with a frown. Well so am I sir, said the thrush And quickly gulped him down.
I would like to be an eagle to fly high and get to feel the silence, feel like the air caresses my wings, look down and see me surrounded by mountains that majestically greet me.
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i like your blog
This makes me very happy - every time we put up one of these, the Urban Babblers Initiative receives a huge thrusht.
let us set up a thrust fund then.
This is my Grandfathers poem! i was his inspiration... :0)
Is he...? Well, I'm a teacher and have this poem in one of our text books. I'd love to know more about the the writer . Can help me... please?
Looking for award to hearing from you :)
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I would like to be an eagle to fly high and get to feel the silence, feel like the air caresses my wings, look down and see me surrounded by mountains that majestically greet me.
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