Airplanes - Poem by Juan Olivarez
Free as a bird, up in the sky,
On silver wings of steel.
But inside my heart does cry,
Because of how I really feel.
My stomach turns, and I feel faint.
My blood just churns, My face white paint.
Somebody get me down from here,
Give me a parachute.
Oh me, oh my, I greatly fear,
That I have soiled my suit.
12/23/10 Alton Texas
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