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Jul 2013
Sharp eyes and sharper beak,
Senses keen and predatory,
Talons waiting to rend and tear;
Yet, still a thing of beauty,
Of wisdom and of calm,
Now soaring through the clouds
To the ethereal eyrie.
In memory of my grandfather, Ray Fuentes
Written by
Joshua Brown
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   Andrea Espinosa and MITCHELL
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