Tip Toeing Feathers- By Brie



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Eight little birds fell out of a tree one by one I picked them up they were happy.
Their hearts were filled with love. One by one they fluttered their feathers.
As if to dance and shake off the dust and tears in joy they now see.
Giggling I sit an watch. As each one as if to tip toe across within the grass.

Written by Brie Now Age 8

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