Set Course

Deborah JaneApril 29, 2016

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Set Course

Found Poetry

by Deborah Jane

Set course

Test wings

24/7 skies

A blessing in disguise

Somewhere a heart sings

Lucky we all have wings

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Deborah Jane

Yours truly, the small child grew to a vertically challenged adult. Never diminutive in passion, Strength, or courage. An innate creative power pack, evoked a continuous deluge of words . This emotion led to lead and papyrus .

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