A free bird
flies in our blue grey skies
Seeking
attention from the denizens;
All ears for
tales of laughter and tears
Passing
around free observations
He doesn’t sit
on any branch too long
For fear
that his heart may sing along
The many
songs that he listens to
From the
maidens whom he does woo
His friend
is a bluebird of the skies
Who looks out
for his loving jay
Though any
day he can fly away
And make his
nest in happy boughs.
The blue
grey skies are made worth
One of pure
devotion; one of mirth.
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