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Nov 2017
I was sky watching
I was smaller than the corn
Leave the curtains open
I’m not too tired
I’m not ready for bed
I’m sky watching
Until I’m taller than the corn
As as child my mother had to ask each night if she could close the curtains because I loved more than anything to watch the sky..  it understood me, the sky
victoria
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