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Dec 2013
Again and again.

F a l l i n g  and f a l l i n g

up up up I go every time, floating so high

and soon

I fall down

to a bad bad place

And every time I get up, my legs are stronger

and I can breathe easier

because the load on my shoulders fall with me too
Kathleen
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Kathleen  Florida
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