A birds-eye view {COMPLETED} ✔️ ~UNDER SEVERE EDITING-

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Have you ever wondered what it looks like up there? Up above the clouds and away from fresh air. Lay a soft, gentle breeze and a bird, maybe two! So, here's a quick poem, yes- a poem for you.All Rights Reserved

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A Birds-eye view
Mon, Mar 20, 2017

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A Birds-eye view
Mon, Mar 20, 2017

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