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THE
LITTLE SPARROW
This little bird,
his heart was aching,
The sparrow was perched,
the twig was breaking.
A wind, its force was not
expected,
but caused the damage that it
intended.
The sparrow lay with broken wing,
Hurt and wounded, and couldn't
sing,
As danger lurked, and darkness
loomed,
help had to come, and come real
soon.
When hope looked bleak, there
came a lad,
He saved the sparrow, from what
looked really bad,
He patched his wing, and helped
him to fly,
and once again He said
"goodbye".
Copyright © BY JOE
MEDREK
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