DifferentA Poem by JacobA bird doesn’t belong at the bottom of the
sea. Gasping for air he has no oxygen to breathe. Wet, matted down. Wings can’t flap with
water weighing them down. Fish keep telling him, It’ll get better
someday. What do fish care? They’re content right where they are. © 2011 Jacob |
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