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Aug 2019
I thought I wanted this
but most birds don't fly
without their flocks.
I am taking off.
I'm journeying to mountain tops.
I say my dears, I'll be back
When I find the shell
that hides my prize,
only to wonder why I am lost
caging myself fromΒ Β 
from passing life.
East Wind
Written by
East Wind  F
     Larry Marshall and Vicki
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