Fly The Jet π Poem by Captain Harbeebiy
Fly The Jet π
We rock en roll unminding our roles
Day chameleons to night as we grow old
Nature clad us with toture robes
and its lessons come in dynamic folds
With a deal or not we're all in plight
We toil on soil sowing a kernel
How well have you tried to lit a light
As we rise and fall we say it's hell
Step by step we attain the top
Clock ticks playing its tone
Aim the board en shoot a stone
Fly the jet en get the golden cup
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