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Flying
Flying at birth was my blessing and curse
My take offs were bad and my landings much worse
Then around the age of ten
I still crashed now and then
Then as a teen I thought of a scheme
And used the power to check out the scene
If you know what I mean
As I grew older I learned how to hover
My flights got much bolder
Now in my latter years I do just fine
My dream of flying
Is fresh in my mind
poem
by
John Shea
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