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May 03, 2008
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Poor White Duck
As a child, I dreamed
of flying like a bird,
gliding high over ... trees,
[and] driven by the wind.
---Kuegler
Poor Buster wants to fly.
You'd think he'd give it up to sigh
And eat his umble pie,
And even hesitate to try---
But when wild ducks, they fly
Right over passing by,
He'd like to join them in the sky.
(umble pie = an archaic form
of humble pie)
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poewriter58
18 years ago
Chuck
barbsdad2003
18 years ago
FYI ...
infinite_dwarf
18 years ago
You know...
barbsdad2003
18 years ago
Not only does ...
poewriter58
18 years ago
chuck
whitetea
17 years 11 months ago
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infinite_dwarf
18 years ago
Awww
barbsdad2003
18 years ago
Thanx
rider68
18 years ago
A story waiting to be told
Janice Pearce
18 years ago
Poor White Duck