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The Eagles

Early in the morning as soon as they wake up, they leave their nests, when they are hungry, they fly in the air to look for food. What's funny, they don't like to dig, but they like to eat same as man, who sweats every day. Lucky as they are, God blessed them, to live in peace not like man, the trouble causer of the world. Shame upon them, not to clean their eyes, when their job, it's only to eat and sleep. Foolish again, they lost their knowledge, and uses the dirty claws, to catch what to eat. Ignorant as they are, they can't close their nests, and the enemy come, strike their heads and die. Funny as they are, they wave in the sky, and run quickly on the ground, to pick what to eat and fly. Oh! Oh! Oh! they feed on fresh, but they can't get sick, really like snakes that feed on dust, and crawl on the ground when it's hot.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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