Surfing bird
That my father
Made with his
Holy hands
A few years ago
Is flying in the
Blue sky
Very high
I already took
A peak in the sky
And I saw the
Surfing bird
Flying
Also I am concern
For the surfing bird
I hope nobody
Will grab a gun
And shoot the flying bird
That would be a bad thing to do
Also I don't trust people
There are lots of sick people
Out there
Believe me
I don't know why they
Can't live the surfing bird alone
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