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Bottled Up
For so many years I have been in a bottle afloat in the sea;
Until you found this bottle while on a walk and uncorked me.
Like a Jeannie, the essence of my soul came rushing out;
Sheer joy overcame me as I experienced freedom, I had to shout.
Stretching out my cramped limbs from centuries of containment;
I dance to the sounds of nature as I become your entertainment.
My body, mind, and soul expands quickly with explosive power;
As my wholeness reaches up to the sun like a blossoming flower.
This freedom tastes so sweet, I will be eternally grateful to you;
As you granted me this wonderful taste of air and this awesome view.
Thank you, my friend, for your keen eye and your inquiring soul;
For I am not longer bottled up, freed from my prison, I am on parole.
20Apr09
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