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You're flying high dancing in the wind
touching my soul, your beauty enlightens me
beauty unmatched
you hold passion and heart
as if it were a serpent
twining amongst the forests of love
I to you
and like the paths you pass
when your beauty walks upon them
my heart its desire
to burst from within
and capture and hold
Your beauty until eternity.
- Vicque Wakefield

12/11/95 Vancouver, B.C. Canada.
While performing at the World Cup in Australia, a very beautiful young lady wrote this poem especially for me, she said this is the way she feels while watching me fly, she kissed me and ran off. I never saw her again, but I will always remember her face.   Ray

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