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Caged Bird
I remember when I was young
Hearing the song my caged bird sung
As it sat upon its swing
How lovely was the song it'd sung.
And thought I, as it sung for me
How sad it was, it wasn't free.
So unclasped the latch did I
And turned its song toward the sky.
i like this one
Can't remember, when or where, but I've read this piece before. And so, isn't it wonderful to be free? M
Short, sweet, and insightful. Nice one, Michael
Kim