Don't fly high
Don't drill the sky
Our gold is buried here
No need to reach the ozone
You... different
A contest entry
- Clipping baby's wings by Lavender Butterfly.
400 points, ended February 16, 2008, 9 entries
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Comments
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So unique and thought provoking. Many blessings, Lavender Butterfly.
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I am not sure that this really makes that much sense... the last line does nothing for me... Good luck in the contest though.
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intrestions
blssed be n good luck



