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The little red bird
There was a time when I felt all alone.
I felt that I was forsaken by all.
Then on wings of light there came a sweet tone,
from a little red bird singing its call.
There's no sweeter sound than this robin's song.
For when I was alone and at my end.
Hearing her tune made me once again strong,
because I learned that she is a true friend.
Dedicated to a very good friend. 6/25/04
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Aside from my great plans to become the future dictator of the moon, I have little interest in political discussions.
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