Jbgull 11

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And flapping his wings, as he knew a gull should,
But they were soggy and heavy and seemed to be wood,
And the rocks were so close that he thought he would die,
So he flapped one last time, and started to fly.

Y aleteaba como sabía una gaviota debía
Pero las alas de agua pesaban, de madera parecían,
Y las rocas estaban tan cerca, pronto estarían de duelo.
Entonces, hizo un último aletazo, y se lanzó al vuelo.

(c) Larry Gates, 2000 (text), Abby Rubinstein 2000 (illustration)

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