This morning I saw a little bird standing beside a gigantic crusty bread roll on Yonge Street. He looked too confused to eat. He seemed overwhelmed with possibility.
It doesn't take Stephen Hawking to figure out that we're all little birds when it comes to one thing or other.
Even the biggest job can be broken down into bite-size pieces.
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time for some emmylou harris lyrics, i think:
If i had a bird, a little bird
I would teach that bird to sing your name
Prettiest song that you have ever heard
And your indifferent heart i will claim
So be off, my little bird
Fly away, fly away
And when my love you see
Only then, my little bird
Cry away, cry away and bring that heart to me
on that note, i'm hanging out for an internet dating update... :) xow
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