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I look at planes and wonder what keeps them in the sky.
I hold your warm face and feel love in your eyes.
I hold babies and wonder who makes them so kind.
Since there is a God do you think he reply’s?
I’d change for you about a billion times,
You listen to me even when I don’t rhyme.

-Melanie Munoz

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