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Carve a canyon in my soul,
this young girl here feels a bit too old;
in thought and manner, in speech and word,
she knows she has been and is but a caged bird.
A cage made with strings of steel,
steel that can bind, but you cannot feel.
She twitters around in her lonely cage,
writes her poems, and another page.
poem by Mandy Lee
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