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| Harbor Island, SC August 2011 |
Fly, Fly Away
By Karsen Grace, age 9
You live in the wild now.
You used to be sweet
you used to be mine
and you left our home.
We cheristed* you.
So so much,
we loved you...
We cared for you
and you are always in my mind...
So, fly, fly away.
Sweet bird.
Fly, fly away....
We loved you......
We loved you.....
Fly, fly awayyyyyyyyy.
(*cherished) Karsen wrote this about a bird, and then sang it to us.
We are in Harbor Island, SC this week on va-cay!
and have been lucky enough to see sunsets like the one above every, single night.
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