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Akinwale, Age 9, Cameroon, Africa

                      If I had wings
     I would stroke the fingertip of the cloud and glide on the windís breath.
If I had wings
     I would taste a chunk of the sun as hot as peppered curry.
If I had wings
     I would listen to the flock of sheep bleat on the blue ground.
If I had wings
     I would inhale deep and sniff the scent of raindrop.
 

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