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Apr 2016
I envy the Eagles that sore In the blue sky,
Arial combatants, the vertically inclined,
The shriek of the eagle with fire in its eyes,
Blood on its talons, wings held so wide,
I awe at these angles with a lust in my mind,
Inspired by the talents, true lords of the sky,
Swift by nature, born for flight, torn in fights,
Broken feathers, scars of time, over the edge,
With the wind as a guide or up in the clouds like birds of a feather,
Long live the clever proud eagle forever and ever!!
Jordan LC Murphy
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Jordan LC Murphy  30/M/London
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