Engines whine, twist
and whirl
Through the sky this
bird shall hurl
Metal fuselage,
metal wings
Metal birds are
shiny things
Into the sky we now
alight
Across the day into
the night
From far away I now fly near
To be with you over
here
I must now go, I
cannot stay
But I'll fly back
again some day
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| Metal bird flying high |
6Dec15
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