Sometimes the sky turns into
The ground.
Tune is amiss while
The lyrics astound.
Flight we may crave but
To the earth we are bound.
Always is never
Turned upside down...
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- karen lyons kalmenson
- I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings
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