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Down through the tickling clouds I glide
past grays and blues, and memory clues
always so damn alluding…
through the greens of timeless beauties
gliding lower and lower…
closer and closer…
and into the daisies I sweep and swoon
like a child lost in clover
feeling the delicate pedals touching me
a soft delicate touch
oh so wanting more…
but…
not now, I smile
and back into the skies I roar,
higher into the skies than ever before
until a distant shadow I see
looming directly over me
but I dare not peek
and hoping he will speak
but I am off again
to parts unknown
and no notes this time do I keep
but see all the homes
away from home
that became our homes
and it all seems like just last week
and its all been swell
bidding you a fond farewell
but I seek out more
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