The bird's beak,
Started to sing.
Whistling a high note song.
To nature it belonged.
I told this bird,
To sing high notes,
And it did for so long.
It belonged.
I started twittering,
With this bird beak,
And wondered whether he liked my song.
Well, the bird and I to each other belonged.
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