ON THE BALL, SPOKEN WORD, TRIP-N-OUT, UP TO THE MINUTE

AQUILA

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I am your mother. I make love to the moon.

You are a bird, downy-garbed, not yet ready to fly.

I drink the Earth’s tears each day I go high.

You’r’e wide-eyed, lovely and filled with questions ‘why.’

Partake of my wisdom, together, we shall kiss the sky.

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