As I sit outside and watch my duck
I know he could not always fly
I’m sure he did not get it right
the first,second,third,fourth or even the fifth try
He did not stop to think, “I can’t do this.”
No, he tried, he tried,and tried again
His wings took him up,and up and up
Without much thought of falling he just
Ok so I wrote this poem yesterday after feeding Drew Brees the duck.Yes that is his name. I have had him for I think over five years. When he is hungry he waits outside by the door under the truck. And when I come outside he follows me up the hill so that I can get some food to feed him.
Never give up
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