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Aug 2018
Fly
Fly so high
Seeing the birds in the sky
Knowing you are so small in the big blue sky
Flying high
You almost feel as you see the universe pasting by...
Soon it will be night
Fly so high you feel you can touch ever cloud and bounce around...
Bounce so high you are flying...
Soaring and roaring like a lion in the sky...
But yet...
You look and you still just flying...
Looking down realizing we are light busy bees or ants.
Running to work...
Just to play...
So I say...
Fly high
Do feel him he is near by?
Calling you to come home and never fear to be...
Flying high
Seeing the trees and small things go by..
So stay flying.
High where the Lord is near by
He is your flying guide...
He is the bird in the sky...
He the clouds you want to bounce on
And the blue ocean sky...
Fly just fly...
Blue day!
Gypsy
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Gypsy  32/F/Kernersville
(32/F/Kernersville)   
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     Harley Hucof, --- and Sarah Saju
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