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I am free Flying restlessly through the skies But though my heart is willing, my body weakens I must stop for a rest of solitude I land gently in the water But something isn't right The water feels as if it is thickened The waves crash around me with a different sound I look down and see my reflection But the surface is blackened It is not the same And the awful smell wafts to my nose Yes, something is definitely wrong But when I unfurl my wings, I stay My feet are stuck in the water And I am very confused I flap my tired wings trying to escape from here But then they get covered with something I don't know what it is but it scares me I am pinned in the place where I used to be free My minds spins in a frenzied panic My feet and wings struggle for freedom I don't want to be here Then I start sinking and I feel the goo rising up my neck My eyes boggle with fear I struggle harder against the pull But my attempts sink me lower And I rest my weary body I try once more to break free of the stuff But my tries are in vain So I rest my beak in the nasty water Waiting for help, and hoping I don't sleep forever... In the deep of night I slowly lift my tired head There is a beacon of light shining in my eyes And when I am gently lifted to safety I hear those terrible words Oil spill
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