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hold on tight
to aire is human
a cliche’ dropping
like a lead balloon
no sense in riding the
fence or being fenced in
can’t step on the crack when
you rise above circumstance
you didn’t click your heels thrice
shall I cut you loose to watch you
fly the friendly skies to infinity and
beyond what dreams may come in
different shapes and sizes you up
as head in the clouds oblivious
walking on air you step down
the stairway to heaven and
catch your breath waiting
to exhale a collapsed
iron lung contraction
if you only had a
heart of stone &
ruby slippers
Photo by Lauren Randolph
for One Shoot Sunday
Gerald the Writer 
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