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Oct 2018
My wings were once gold and full
Until my feathers they started to pull.
Iā€™d give them away too,
But mostly just give them to you.
My feathers were priceless.
They helped me to fly.
Now Iā€™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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