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And this bird you cannot change

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It sounds as though I am in the jungle,

Bird calls drift in through the jalousies,

Echoing bubbles off the walls,

And I realize,

I finally am, free as a bird…

Sleeping night after night in the tree tops,

Building my nest out of what I can gather,

Absorbing life’s wind, blowing through my feathers.

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Gadzooks! Is this really you or just floating thoughts, a free and easy wicked, say it ain't so- Bird calls through the jalousies and Building my nest out of what I can gather- Love these line. Way to go my smooth and easy going islander.

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Haha! It ain't so! Just more @ peace than I have been in quite a while Enjoying the minutes while they last, instead of when they've passed

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