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Sing a Song of Sixpence

When words were once enough, To make the difference; And took me somewhere high. As if I had heard someone say… “soft landings are not free” How I remember the winter to be an honest season In which I might become a bit more of who I am. Another thin minute to befall an aged way, To bring a bright thought to my heavy mind, As I was broken from my fall. Until I stumbled upon sound words, in a forest of air. And then I held it all… To make the difference.

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Date: 10/18/2018 1:13:00 AM
"How I remember the winter to be an honest season In which I might become a bit more of who I am." You are a fantastic wordsmith, Brooke. I like this a lot.
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