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  1. Posted March 18, 2022 at 12:58 pm | Permalink

    He speaks as a bird speaks, in song and chorus, without moving his beak, can fly at will, soar high until, a person is lame, what’s his name ? don’t fret it will pass, look yonder at green grass , wide open space, a game of chase, wisdom will win the day, if not we will all pay.

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