HOW CAN I FLYA Poem by Mae OwensTo the ski
I reach for the moon.
I try to fly with a broom. To count the moon. How can it be true. If i don't believe in you. the skies are blue. How many can i do. There's know other way. To reach out to you. On a silver spoon. And that's the really truth. That's why i stuck with you. That show you. How much i really loves you.
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Added on April 7, 2017 Last Updated on April 7, 2017 |

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