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MY DAD ON A PLANE
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ABSTRACT POEMS
Why do see, we always sit on the sings?
I can't see a thing.
We see, are in
the sky, the perfect place and space to see w my eye.
You want a smooth ride.
My feelings I can't hide.
That gives this boy no joy.
A real fit.
I don't like it. Not a bit
