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Jan 9
With loving hearts that cradle me,
and soothe my aching mind,
you’ve given me the strength I need,
to leave the past behind.

These wings I’ve grown are far beyond,
what I could ‘er foresee,
allowing me to soar beyond,
my past, both strong and free.

These broken wings are healing still,
and few can keep me down,
for deep within this soaring soul,
are journeys where I’m bound.
Copy write 1/8/24 Vicki Kralapp
Vicki Kralapp
Written by
Vicki Kralapp  Oshkosh
(Oshkosh)   
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   Aishu
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