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Sep 2011
Above the ground,
Above the trees,
Above the mound,
That everyone sees.

A sea of blue
Floating by
Spotted with glue.
Oh, how it flies!

It rarely changes
From that so pure.
Oh, how it ranges.
Sky Azure.
Written by
Declan
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