Cassidy Hartwig (12-06-1999 / Lakeland, Florida)
One day the bird said what is life?
I replied life is a sharp knife.
The bird said no it is the end.
Then I said to myself he needs to mend.
I often wonder what life means.
The bird said life is full of fiends.
I said not all are bad.
The bird still looked sad
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