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Monday, May 10, 2010

THE EAGLE


THE EAGLE


He clasps the crag with crooked hands

Close to the sun in lonely lands.....

Ringed with the azure world ,he stands

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The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls

He watches from his mountain walls

And like a thunderbolt he falls

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