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Apr 2012
Walking, step after step.
I see the black bird fly,
It is free, free to go where ever, when ever.
Not bound by borders, race or creed.
But then again, why are we not?
Why do we let them bind us?
Why cant we be free like the black bird?
They have overlooked me,
for I am not bound by them.
I have the entire world to discover,
I am free...
Denver Elijah Bijlsma
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