OG GENO
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2/22/2008 8:48:14 AM
Baby Bird ( A Poem By OG Geno)
I was a baby bird when I learned how to fly. Would I fly low or would I fly high? Would I fly far, or would I stay close, to the other baby birds, that I flew with the most? Will I grow strong or will I die weak, like the other baby birds found dead in the street? Will I die slow or will I die fast? Will I die first or will I die last? Will I eat well or will I eat crumbs? Will I live well or live in the slums? Will the other birds choose me as the leader of the pack, because I have the strength that the other birds lack? If they choose me as the leader of the flock, will they follow me for more than a block? If I leave and never come back, when I'm gone, who'll pick up the slack? Who'll be the next bird to take up the lead, and guide the flock that I use to feed? Who'll be the next bird to spread his wings, and take his place as the baby bird king? I was a baby bird when I learned how to fly. Would I fly low or would I fly high? Would I fly far or would I stay close to the other baby birds that I flew with the most?..... SPREAD YOUR WINGS.. LIVE, SOAR AND EXPLORE BABY BIRDS...... BY OG Geno...
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Verity
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2/22/2008 8:56:46 AM
Aaah, that was sweet. I alway thought I'd like to be a bird of some sort in my next life - they seen to have more freedom than any other creature and can get out of trouble prety quick too - they get away to the Sun every year and can walk, swim and fly. What more could you ask for ?
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OG GENO
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2/22/2008 10:27:10 AM
yea, it's a trip how birds live. they don't pay rent but can live anywhere they want. they don't go to the grocery store, but can eat all they want. they don't have to pay for gas, but can travel anywhere they want. they don't use toillet paper and shit all over the place (SMILE) the life of a bird.. it must be nice. until some hunter shoots you out the sky....
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