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Oct 2015
We all eventually sleep,
never to wake up.
But your memories you will keep,
as you rise to the top.

But we must first fall,
to see why we need to rise.
We will then stand tall,
as we jump towards the sky.

It will not reach down,
for it is our job to fly.
So don't have a frown,
as you jump towards the sky.

I promise you,
that you will fly.
And I solemnly vow,
that you will grace the sky.
The Judge
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The Judge  18/M/Earth
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   Debbie Taylor
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