I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems. — David Almond, My Name Is Mina
I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems. — David Almond, My Name Is Mina
I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems. — David Almond, My Name Is Mina
I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems. — David Almond, My Name Is Mina
I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems. — David Almond, My Name Is Mina
I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems. — David Almond, My Name Is Mina
I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems. — David Almond, My Name Is Mina
I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems. — David Almond, My Name Is Mina
I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems. — David Almond, My Name Is Mina
I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems. — David Almond, My Name Is Mina
I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems. — David Almond, My Name Is Mina
I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems. — David Almond, My Name Is Mina
I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems. — David Almond, My Name Is Mina
I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems. — David Almond, My Name Is Mina
I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems. — David Almond, My Name Is Mina
I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems. — David Almond, My Name Is Mina
I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems. — David Almond, My Name Is Mina
I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems. — David Almond, My Name Is Mina
I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems. — David Almond, My Name Is Mina
I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems. — David Almond, My Name Is Mina
I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems. — David Almond, My Name Is Mina
I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems. — David Almond, My Name Is Mina
I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems. — David Almond, My Name Is Mina
I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems. — David Almond, My Name Is Mina
I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems. — David Almond, My Name Is Mina
I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems. — David Almond, My Name Is Mina
I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems. — David Almond, My Name Is Mina
I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems. — David Almond, My Name Is Mina
I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems. — David Almond, My Name Is Mina
I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems. — David Almond, My Name Is Mina
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I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems.

— David Almond, My Name Is Mina
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