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  once upon a time in seaside town of Bridlington,UK,I was walking to my foster home.I was feeling so very down and lonely.I heard a cheeping sound,stopped,looked around. I was around 13 years old. There on the floor,was a little sparrow,he was at the side of the road.Without a second thought I picked him up.I cupped him in my hand,I was so exited to be holding a real bird,thinking what a shame it was no one could see or share this amazing moment!! He cheeped at me all the way home,as I got closer to my foster home he sat up on my finger,tweeting away,then as i opened the front gate he flew off.what an awesome day that was!!!has to be one of my favourite memories ever!! molly has been home a few days now,she is still quite shy,and loud at times!!!she gets so exitable,she loves to sit on pan handles,strange girl!!!
poem for Molly Tiel

Molly what a blessing that you are here living here inside our heart sharing each day in such special ways making each morning a happier start.
You're funny yet peaceful and sing so sweet you fly with elagance your beautiful wings oh Lord I am grateful in such special ways For each morning I hear molly as she sings
 Little sparrow
Little sparrow, little sparrow Precious fragile little thing Little sparrow, little sparrow Flies so high and feels no pain All ye maidens hede my warning Never trust the hearts of men They will crush you like a sparrow Leaving you to never mend They will vow to always love you Swear no love but yours will do Then they'll leave you for another Break your little heart in two
Chorus: Little sparrow, little sparrow Precious fragile little thing Little sparrow, little sparrow Flies so high and feels no pain
If I were a little sparrow O'er these mountains I would fly I would find him, I would find him Look into his lying eyes I would flutter all around him On my little sparrow wings I would ask him, I would ask him Why he let me love in vain
I am not a little sparrow I am just the broken dream Of a cold false-hearted lover And his evil cunning scheme
Chorus All ye maidens fair and tender Never trust the hearts of men They will crush you like a sparrow Leaving you to never mend
Little sparrow, little sparrow Oh the sorrow never ends

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