Wednesday, February 12, 2020

Millie the Poet

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12 February 2020
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I am here to say:

Fly, Baby, Fly

The fears, tears, and heaviness disappears

For you’ve always had them

Those iridescent things called wings

So, do it, Child

Your time has come to

Fly, Baby, FLY !

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