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The New Eagle As foretells the coming of dawn, The new eagle rose over the mountaintops; Freedom the choice, bliss the result. The fledglings test their flight. A whimper, then the best of happenings. Soaring, reaching , far and away;As far as the imagination can take them. What order of things arises when wild abandon takes over?Complete and utter oneness with the very best Of life’s treasures. Nancy Tate, 1997
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