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Jun 2010
It is like a bird soaring past the horizon

Not stopping until it reaches its end,

And sinks down until it cannot be seen

It will take to the skies once more

Until it reaches the top

Doing what is good when you please,

wherever you may go

It is life

It is you

The opportunity to change what you have done
Written by my 11 yr old son.

copyrightΒ©PrttyBrd 04/06/2010
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