Poem -

Learn to fly

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Tania

Her breath smelt of whiskey but her lips never frowned.
No one ever saw what she looked like once her knees hit the ground.
She stayed there for a while watching her self drown .
But every time she let herself fall, sheĀ  crawled
Until she learned how to fly again.

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Dan Ferem

Short and powerful--- loved it!

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Tania

Thank you !
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Michael O'Boyle

This place s painfully wonderful. Thanks for sharing!

Michael

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