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Jan 2017
Occasionally I look upwards,
and wish to be as free as the birds.
I watch them fly with their blue tipped wings,
and wonder what the blue jays would think,
if they found out I wish to trade.
I think they will laugh and rightly so,
their life is hard, I just don't know.
East Wind
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