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Jun 2015
They experience an exhilirating flight
Adrenaline of pure joy mixed with fright
Hair flying back in the summers breeze
They're as one with the birds in the trees
And as their feet reach out to touch the sky
I mourn my inner child
Watching my kids on the swings & miss how free I felt doing it when I was a kid
niamh
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niamh  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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