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Dec 2017
one...two...three...four
winds are flowing as i soar
five...six....seven...eight
up in the clouds i have no weight
nine...ten...eleven...twelve
free of what was once in selve
thirteen...fourteen...fifteen...sixteen
flying above the trees never to be seen
seventeen...eighteen...nineteen...twenty
owls are a wonder and mystery of plenty
Greg Dempsey
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Greg Dempsey  21/M/South Carolina
(21/M/South Carolina)   
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