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| My little Bird My little bird has gone and flown; she up, she went, she left her home� Does she understand I know it all; the lonely emptiness, the edge of excitement. Longing for completion done completely on her own. Does she know I have been there; where she is now inside herself. I hope and I pray she stays safe, that she makes all the right choices yet I know she won't. Inside my heart is aching for her. I wish I could give her what I know but it would defeat the purpose. Tonight is the night my little bird has flown off to make a home of her own. I hope she finds what she is looking for. �2004/oct 3rd Sandra Elizabeth Johnson |