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Yellow truth

Those men like calluses put a yellow tape: "Do not pass!", and start sawing the iron. And the iron cries. I stay suspended as a bubble and tremble. It is time for me to learn the truth: I know how to fly - or I know how to become a callus waiting for those men to build some new stairs.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 1/27/2016 8:03:00 PM
MIRELA, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. LOVE LINDA
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Date: 9/9/2015 9:14:00 AM
Mirela, enjoyed reading your verse today. SKAT
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Date: 3/22/2012 7:56:00 AM
Well done Mirela, like this one. - Have a lovely day. - oxox Anne-Lise
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