Guest guest Posted February 12, 2004 Report Share Posted February 12, 2004 Little Bird Poem Tiny Little Bird The Earth Lay Cool And Still When Suddenly A Tiny Bird Perched On My Window Sill, He Sang A Song So Lovely So Carefree And So Gay, And Slowly All My Troubles Began To Slip Away. He Sang Of Far Off Places Of Laughter And Of Fun, It Seemed His Very Trilling, Brought Up The Morning Sun. I Stirred Beneath The Covers Crept Slowly Out Of Bed, Then Gently Shut The Window And Crushed His little Head. I am Not A Morning Person. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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