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How do you like my poem?
A Flight Life
If I were bird, I would fly high into the sky.
Catching meals as I fly.
Looking down on toward the ground,
Seeing pitiful humans as little flies,
Buzzing without a sound.
Looking up into the sky,
I see big flying things, like ruthless eagles
Scaring small helpless cousins,
As they roam the sky
if I were a bird, I would look down upon a piece of ground
That once was my home,
Where it was filled with trees until those hateful flies came,
Consumed with greed, crushing away my home.
If I were a bird, I would be bursting with anger and bellowing with rage.
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A Flight Life
If I were bird, I would fly high into the sky.
Catching meals as I fly.
Looking down on toward the ground,
Seeing pitiful humans as little flies,
Buzzing without a sound.
Looking up into the sky,
I see big flying things, like ruthless eagles
Scaring small helpless cousins,
As they roam the sky
if I were a bird, I would look down upon a piece of ground
That once was my home,
Where it was filled with trees until those hateful flies came,
Consumed with greed, crushing away my home.
If I were a bird, I would be bursting with anger and bellowing with rage.
Please reply
