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#WritcoPoemPrompt120
The wind carried words through the sky that blew thee, the words set them free.
Lying on a velvet swing, all I can hear is angels sing.
Swinging under a tree, all I can do is be me .
Whilst waiting for the King, and looking forward to what thee bring.
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The wind carried words through the sky that blew thee, the words set them free.
Lying on a velvet swing, all I can hear is angels sing.
Swinging under a tree, all I can do is be me .
Whilst waiting for the King, and looking forward to what thee bring.
© All Rights Reserved
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