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Higher than any mere bird can go, looking down upon caged beasts getting herded to go eat then made to walk a few thousand feet. Then once again herded to their place, a small 7X9 that's all their space, until tomorrow when they will do it again. So I cry out to mock at them as they all look up, and glide away on darkened wings of gold. Watching them all hope to get just a glimpse, so they may close their eyes ands let the breeze take them to my skies. And those of whom have any luck, may find a token to hold tightly. Put your hopes and trust in me and we'll go sailing...sailing free. This is the story from the hawk, the hawk that watches me. About Dan A Goth out of his element, I love traveling to learn of new cultures and Countries, even if it's just in my mind or via books, magazines and music. So please write, inspire my imagination to soar and visit you little corner of the globe.
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