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Sitting high, as I’m allowed
Quietly, here, above the clouds
Sprouted wings have found my back
Underneath, my empty pack
I have no need for earthly goods
I’ve left behind, the neighborhood
My journey ends and yet begins
Forgiven of my mortal sins
High above this earthly dome
God has called me to his home
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
Dorinda, you can count on me to be enjoying everything you write. I haven’t found a miss yet. This one is tops also.
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Thank you very much, Oneta! I appreciate your kind words ❤
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Touching, sad, and comforting… all in one. You are a master in this, Dorinda!
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Thank you, Erika. I wasn’t sure people would understand what I was trying to convey, but of course you did 🙂 I can always count on you!!
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And sometimes I understand things not even you had expected… lol! 💖
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Exactly! Love that about you. You’re so open to see all aspects of things, not just the obvious ❤
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I try to… most of all when I am not fine with the obvious ones 😉
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