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Dec 2013
I've touched the clouds,
way up high.
I've rode the sun,
I've learned to fly.

I walk on air
and soar the sky.
I spread my wings
and start to fly.

I've seen the sunset
slowly decay.
No come with me birdies,
let's fly away.
Written by
nicholas the poet  USA
(USA)   
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