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like a kite
In my mind I keep in sight
Words I cannot say but have to write
Pen to paper brings such a height
Suddenly I'm soaring like a kite
A kites still tethered by its strings
No better a bird with a broken wing
A tenner who cannot sing
Or a bee who's lost its sting
Words I cannot say but have to write
Pen to paper brings such a height
Suddenly I'm soaring like a kite
A kites still tethered by its strings
No better a bird with a broken wing
A tenner who cannot sing
Or a bee who's lost its sting
Published 16th Feb 2016
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16th Feb 2016 9:27pm
17th Feb 2016 6:49am
17th Feb 2016 3:37am
The bit of positivity in the first paragraph seems negatedby the dependence suggested in the second.
17th Feb 2016 6:50am
17th Feb 2016 4:17am
17th Feb 2016 6:50am
