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Callings from the Sky
By Don Iannone
While riding a silver cloud across the sky,
a rainbow gently brushes against my face.
My heart erupts with joy,
A sun-kissed smile forms on my lips.
How can we ever doubt our purpose,
when rainbows touch us so deeply,
and smiles bring warmth and sunlight
to our life?
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Monday, March 15, 2004
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