Fly
By leahcullen
“Fly” Sitting on the branches high, Spread your wings, It’s time to fly. You float and glide, While flying high, You’ve spread your wings, It’s time to fly. Floating, falling, Distant tricks, Who’d of known, Your made of bricks. Your tough and strong, With time in mind. You’ve spread your wings, And now you glide. -Leah Cullen- -09-04-2002 Written April 10th, 2002 © on Apr 09 2002 07:35 PM PST 0 • 10
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