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Oct 2013
Someday soon , we will fly,

High in the clouds , above the sky,

Soaring weightless, no ratios or angles,

Graceful floating, as if with angels.

Slowly drifting above the earth,

Departing the place we were given birth,

Some day soon we will find a place,

Where happiness reigns and hate displaced.

There won't be race or color,

Just the race of human brothers,

Sisters, mothers , fathers, children,

No religion, nothing to burden,

No such thing as a hellish infernal,

Just a place where happiness , reigns eternal.
Daniel Berg
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Daniel Berg  Idaho
(Idaho)   
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