I suppose life - iz hard.
I suppose we live.
While the birds skuffle for bread.
We live like birds in the sky - our creation of regime.
Living, flying, walking.
While we oomph to the next level.
However, the journey is fashionable and road-worthy
EX-cUShion, hacking a computer called by life.
Mr Bird fly me to Florida
I do not want to take a cab.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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