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At Last

June 9, 2014
By Anonymous

The sky is yellow, like a million butterflies;
and that is how I know God's tired of giving me second and third tries.
But the air, it smells of freshly cut blue grass;
and that is how I know I will be free at last.


The author's comments:
A couple of years ago one of my closest freinds past away too young; she was a triplet and her favorite color was yellow, her sisters' favorite color is blue.

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