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‘”Can happiness be bought?” said me to me
so off I galloped to find it,

“But which way do I go?” said me to me all over again,

And all at once I came to the most abrupt stop

As there inside a mangled up mess I spied a robin
And these are the very words he spoke,

“I am without wings,
But listen inwards and hear this song that I have here within this my soul,”
And I heard the flapping of all wings ever.


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jo forstrom
i am me just me.

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Dorothy Brockmeier

A great write.