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| Praise by © billybird_nj There, high upon a hill with the day so fair; she sang to the gods with wind in her hair. Her voice was so bell-like, with each note quite clear. She thanked all the forces for things that were dear. At first, a high solo of beautiful voice. The forces of nature, now join in by choice. Each creature of nature gave throat bursting song. They could not match her lead - just followed along. Her thanksgiving ended, with echoing air. It has honored the girl with wind in her hair. William T. Greenacre (c)WTG 2001 |