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Drifting away across the sky I see a little white feather floating by.
Where did it come from and where has it been?
Right before it passed by me,
It touched a cute little kid.
He smiled, tried to grab it and ran to find his mom.
“Look what I found!” he showed her proudly, holding it like a magic wand.
She frowned and said, “Son put that down, you don’t know where it’s been.”
Little does she know right before that it was sitting on a garbage can lid.
As this little white feather is barely hanging on,
A garbage man comes as he singing a song.
He picks up the lid and throws it to the ground.
Now the little white feather is floating high above with the clouds.	
Slowly floating down to where it once was before.
There’s a little old lady who is about eighty four.
She’s standing at the corner waiting for her ride,
Catches it with her hand, she’s still pretty spry.
 She smiles as it starts to rain,
holding the feather while she stands there and waits.
Now the little white feather is looking withered and worn.
She hopes her ride comes soon she can’t wait any more.
As she gets in the car she drops the wet feather to the floor.
She’s at her destination now, her husband slams the door.
Before she gets out the little white feather sticks to her shoe.
The wind begins to blow and takes the feather away, somehow now it looks like new.
It blows in the wind and once again floats across the sky.
The little white feather just keeps floating on by. 
I see it high above; I now know where it’s been.
It just floats and floats, its journey may never come to an end.

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