 One day when I was just only a boy
A giant eagle I was fixed on above Swooped down from the sky And ripped me off this earth It's talons dug deep into my back and shoulders as it screeched its soaring call Though now bleeding I did not mind the stinging For I was more fraid of the height And distance we were gaining from the earth So much so that I welcomed its piercing grip And when I could finally ask As to whereabout it was they takin me Is when they answered with the release of its clutches And as I fell through the clouds They replied This is the place Now fly child Shoulders and back still badly bruised Made flapping my arms VERY PAINFUL
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They can now slither about accurately with what that was underneath em is now each a very special little vertebrae to be moved in order to move another of Everyday they go to work. Don't always know what it is I'll be workin on necessarily, just know that the works gotta be done. After been doin this work in a place called a gym, for a good decade without any knowledge other than necessity, they have so humbly come to a great reward of this daily work. The Ancestral Language of Aesthetics Devine Design of Movement and the Art of Raising the Dead |
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