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Where Does The Seagull's Fly
There a place I love too go it is called the beach" I sit and watch the seagull's fly. I have wonder were the seagull's go. I sit too hear the roaring ocean, the waves. The sand is snowy white, and warm too my feet. Were could this place be Florida, or Europe. As I walk I can see many people holding hands. Suddenly there a kiss upon one's lips. The quietness of the waves, as many boats passes by. Suddenly I see my home, an exquisite manor. I can remember the hugs, holding of hands. Then again I wonder were did though seagull's fly. Too meet with other seagulls? Suddenly a gentle voice, said very low, white as snow. Gently sailing I have to go course it is father. Like the seagulls were does he goes far at a distance. Many miles he flies off again and again. Too meet with the others like him maybe Europe, or Japan. Were does he goes, Like the seagull's up so high. I will fly like the seagulls in the sky. Copyright ©2008 Jacqueline Michelle Brown Ramirez-Martinez
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