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Momma never told me
that kissing could feel like flying
or that love most often comes
sans net, with fear of dying.

So let your heart have bright, brave wings
whose every feather holds some learning;
to soar, to glide or even fall
is a sky-gift well worth earning.

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yugocrew
Apr. 12th, 2011 11:49 pm (UTC)
Great site, very impressive.

jennlynn_green
Apr. 13th, 2011 03:30 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much.
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