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Freedom
For a long time she only flew when she thought no one was looking’ Naked she soared through warm blue skies above a busy street all eyes to the ground. Away from picket fence, two cars and a dog and roast beef every Sunday Returning reluctantly to smile complacantly and pick out new wallpaper...... Now disregarding earthly mores in blissful solitude she shouts in glee All eyes turn up and some frown in disapproval.... It doesn’t matter.
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