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Nov 2019
Darkened night on the way home
Over the seas he once roamed
Went to the skies to test his skills
None agreed of his wish for thrills
Without a plan for his return
After rejecting their concerns
Riding strong winds as if he could
Drained of fuel was just no good
Spiraled into the sea just like dead wood
An acrostic poem
Written by
Francisco A Ojeda  54/M/South Florida
(54/M/South Florida)   
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   Carlo C Gomez and Mark S
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