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Jun 2013
There are lips between me and the sky
whispering down to me
spread your arms!
feathers will grow!
You will be an angel and you can soar
you can fly.

But if I listen hard enough,
I can hear them whispering
heh. I told her she can fly
What a silly notion
a spider
*that thinks it can fly!
Christine Eglantine
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Christine Eglantine  Pittsburgh
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