if you press the right arrow on a computer it will play.............a sounds that i decided to make into a poem which goes When he was a little birdy all he wanted to do was fly but fate had to disagree when his home went down in flames oh little birdy you wanted to soar so high but fate is cruel, dear child. the birdy part was metiforical like he wanted to soar and seceed in life but fate was cruel to him
it's a remix of a remix that's of a remix
