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Placed 3rd in Dr M C Gupta
On High Birds danced and whirled on high with wings unfurled, on high. They rode gentle breezes. They soared and swirled on high. The drifting autumn leaves were tossed and twirled on high. I saw the lightning flash, Thor’s hammer, hurled on high. So much for me to see from my own world, on high.
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