If man was meant to fly,
We'd have been born with wings.
To get up there in the blue sky,
Among the birds that sing.
I hate to fly myself,
I'd rather drive than fly.
I keep my wings up on a shelf,
Cause flying makes me cry.
I'd rather drive my Dodge,
And I'll see you in a week.
I'm never in a rush,
Cause flying makes me sick.
10/27/10 Alton Texas
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