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Oh I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth;

And Danced lightly cross Golden Beaches.

Surredly I fly, flit, fling, hurl myself with reckless abandon;

Soaring, soaring, soaring beyond belief.

I am fearless in my flight;

My plight;

Suspended on the hand of God.

High Flight (Lauren on Beach) 11/15/15

tom tenbrunsel

Poet Laureate of My Domain

*photo by Kerri

Happy B-Day Young Lady❤️

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