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Weathering Heights

She was out of the window

She was up on the roof

She was sitting on pylons

She was somewhat aloof.

 

She was on wings of airplanes

She was flying with kites

She was in a balloon race

She was weathering heights.

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Ged the Poet

Sun 20th Jul 2014 19:54

Like a burst of energy. Short, sharp, snappy and a very clever title and contents. Love it.

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