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Dec 2020
birds
climb through
the
cotton white clouds
with
their sharp wings of glory
thus
to measure
upon
the hills and the valleys below
along the way
the
day will come
when
birds have have
faith in their wings
Written by
Stu Harley
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     Beau Donner and Rob Rutledge
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