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Wings

I wish I had Wings and could fly like a bird or an Angel riding on a breeze.

My wings would be beautiful and bright like a butterfly getting ready to take flight.

My wings would carry so many if need be, and fly far away even over the seas.

My wings will soar high in the clouds and help me land softly to the ground.

My wings could span a mile wide, to help others if they need a ride across the land and back again.

I would treasure My wings as if they were the only things that existed, they would keep me straight so I never fly twisted.



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