It Was a Good Last Day of Winter
I drew wings all over me
and for a brief period of time,
I felt that I could fly.
However I cannot stress the brevity of this period;
[it was only about 7 seconds],
after which I hit the ground and thought,
"How silly of me to jump,
for I am no bird!"
This is when the birds took notice
and pecked me to pieces.
It was a pretty good last day.
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