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wings It was a sombre winters day And the land was dark and dull. Birds filled the naked trees; No songs to dim the winter lull I sat amongst the frosted earth, And felt its wintry bite. I laid my head against a tree And slept away my aged plight. The birds and I were born to fly And we leapt and entered the clouds. In the winter light our hearts delight, Broke through the darkening shroud. They smiled with me in harmony, Our bodies began to glow. We flapped our wings and started to sing, But our rise began to slow. Back amongst the snowy earth I watched the birds fly high, My aching soul would twist and yearn, As I sat, never able to fly.

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THE LEEDS DEBACLE  

Issue 15 of The Leeds Debacle

THE LEEDS DEBACLE  

Issue 15 of The Leeds Debacle

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