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Almost blue, almost doing things we used to do.
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The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.
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Fly me to the moon.
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Bird on a Wire
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Once in a blue moon.
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“How sweet to be a cloud floating in the blue!”
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A skyscraper is a boast in glass and steel.
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Where's my mail?
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If you go out for an evening stroll, and pass by a pond, perchance. A delightful surprise, will light up your eyes, when you see the dragonflies dance
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Bird on a wire.
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Hey Miss Dragonfly, I see you look at me with your beautiful eyes you must be wondering what type of creature am I.
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Racing helicopters?
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Iris, most beautiful flower, symbol of life, love, and light.
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I'm leaving on a jet plane.
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A mirror of nature.
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Sunrays and Saturdays
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Oddball
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Cutesy
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If God had really intended men to fly, he'd make it easier to get to the airport.
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Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?
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Almost blue. Almost doing things we used to do.
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Devil in a Blue Dress
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Conjoined twins?
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Nitro's Fallen Soldiers
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You don't really understand human nature unless you know why a child on a merry-go-round will wave at his parents every time around - and why his parents will always wave back.
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Blue
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Blue
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Beam me up, Scotty.
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Reflections