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Jun 2014
Glide upon the whooshing air
in suit of polyester wear
Ride upon the tourquise skies
those fancy goggles on your eyes
Free fall forward gliding fast
wings are tight
as air screams past
glancing downward now you see
the road is winding out to the sea!


trusting that your landing will be soft
g clair
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g clair
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