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Now so
high,
Now so low,
Up in the air,
Then down I go.
Up in the sky,
Down to the grass,
I watch birds fly,
I see worms pass.
With feet in front,
And hair behind,
I race the birds,
I race the wind,
Over the world,
Under the tree,
Nobody knows
What things I see.
Wonderful lanes
Where children play
From early morn,
All through the day.
~ MARY I. OSBORNE ~
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