PhotoCall from Rachael Flatt,
Frisco,27 Sept.,2011
HE ATE AND DRANK THE PRECIOUS WORDS-
HIS SPIRIT GREW ROBAST-
HE KNEW NO MORE THAT HE WAS POOR,
NOR THAT HIS FRAME WAS DUST-
HE DANCED ALONG THE DINGY DAYS
AND THIS BEQUEST OF WINGS
WAS BUT A BOOK - WHAT LIBERTY
A LOOSENED SPIRIT BRINGS ...
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