Each day, an old book closes.
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A Poet’s dream is to be heard
I want to fly
Higher and higher – away we go.
We all have clouds that surround
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Each day, an old book closes.
A Poet’s dream is to be heard
I want to fly
Higher and higher – away we go.
We all have clouds that surround
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 