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Birds are made to fly.
Light bones, little beaks, big wings
Ready to steal the skies.
Birds are made to fly, and
Humans are made
To live.
Light homes, little kids, big hearts.
Forging happiness.
But rooms go dark
Children grow up
And hearts break.
Do birds tire of flight?
Ginny Feng lives in Tennessee, where she writes short stories and learns lots.
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