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shawneerodz
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I love to fly and spread my wings as far as they will take me
The best part of the flight is that it ends whenever I choose to land
Sometimes I soar so high that I do not know how I even got there
But when I look down, I’m never afraid only content with all the wind beneath my wings ...
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Posted on 21 August, 2010, 12:20 am by shawneerodz
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