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6-15-80 Fathers Day

It’s been a while since I’d been there, Yet my first sight is old acquaintances in the air, Their wheeling and turning brings delights of Graceful thoughts, And takes me on a windy wing, As I close my eyes to dip and sway, Hoping “twirl always be that way The hawks move out of sight And I to another place, I no longer fear their plight As I watch the humans race.

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Date: 6/18/2013 8:06:00 PM
nicely done ;}
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Date: 6/17/2013 11:11:00 AM
Excellent write
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