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Wednesday, August 12, 2009. Flying through the air. His amazing wing pattern. This is a really weird poem! Eye cant see my eyes. Friday, August 7, 2009. There once was a little old mayor. Who owned a famous cafe called blaire. A young lady came. She said no more fame. Cos in her soup she found a peice of grey hair. The whistle of that bird. The sweet tune it plays. Its loud whistle in the trees. Knowing that hes safe. Running on the beach. Feeling the wind in my hair. Feeling all so free. I help the .

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Wednesday, August 12, 2009. Flying through the air. His amazing wing pattern. This is a really weird poem! Eye cant see my eyes. Friday, August 7, 2009. There once was a little old mayor. Who owned a famous cafe called blaire. A young lady came. She said no more fame. Cos in her soup she found a peice of grey hair. The whistle of that bird. The sweet tune it plays. Its loud whistle in the trees. Knowing that hes safe. Running on the beach. Feeling the wind in my hair. Feeling all so free. I help the .

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