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Sometimes
I stretch up and
stand on my toes
and let sunshine
touch my fingertips
and I cup
the crescent moon
in my hand
and bite my lip
as I let
wind
blow through my hair
and I skip along
on wrinkled leaves
and find bliss
in golden daylight.




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