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My Spirit

A release of who I am, flying free.

Accepting who I am meant to be.

Some days, I might be in tune with it and some days I ain’t!

But I have come to realise the days I am, are my fuller days essentially.

Full with laughter and cups of joy rich with tears.


Devoid of blandness that clouds the wintery years.

Full with fluent gifts within a loving mist.

So I love my spirit filled days.

The days I play, the days I say,

Oh, i’d rather be this all the way!

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