W1n9z Poem by Karen Amador

W1n9z



where are our wings? ?
were we actually meant to fly? ?
do we have to look for our wings? ?
did i find then yet? ?
am i prepared to fly? ?
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..2
...3
....go....
*poof*

Saturday, November 7, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: wings
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Karen Amador

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