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Oct 2018
My wings were once gold and full
Until my feathers they started to pull.
I’d give them away too,
But mostly just give them to you.
My feathers were priceless.
They helped me to fly.
Now I’m stuck on the ground,
With everyone wondering why.
Isabella Soledad
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Isabella Soledad  19/F/Cape Cod
(19/F/Cape Cod)   
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