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He lept to the skies And raised his hands with joy The sky had changed to a peachy pink And the waters a silver gray His anger had drifted away Like a distant memory On the edge of a metaphorical cliff He wheeled into the waters below And felt his sprirts soar to the purpling skies
bluelite added this comment 2009-05-12 17:28:54-05:00
good
bluelite added this comment 2009-05-12 17:28:54-05:00
good