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Mar 11
Where will I be
in the end ?
Helplessly tethered
to lands end ?

My spirit yearns
to soar
To rise above
the shore

Not to be
bound down
Like a clown's
frown

Beauty as always
costs truth
As old age
steals youth

Fly like a feather
on eternal winds
Pray now that the journey
never ends
South by Southwest
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South by Southwest  Trussville , Alabama
(Trussville , Alabama)   
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