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Oct 2013
...and I never did learn to fly
   always trying to take flight
came close a time or two,
  could never quite get off the ground
wings were clipped as a fledgling
       stories written on caged walls
echoed, yet there were no lyrics to sing
   without a voice on a prayer
plummeted to  abysm's bottomless pit
    till I could feel no more
there in the dark stillness lie the secret
          rhythm and music filled the air

Found the poetry within my soul
realized the wings were in my heart
all along, I was meant to dance
Frieda P
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Frieda P
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   Tammy Boehm and Alaska Young
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