Baby bird

  Little baby bird so sweet and innocent. Chirping for her mother  who never seems to come. So little and so helpless sitting there in a stringy nest just waiting for her mother who never seems to come. 

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Harley O'Connor

I wrote this when my mom abonded me for drugs, 

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