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My flights come and go, But the bench records my slouch As I’ve already grown wings.
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Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 8:33 AM UTC
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My flights come and go, But the bench records my slouch As I’ve already grown wings.
Flying for free, flying stand-by - But flying nonetheless.
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Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 8:33 AM UTC
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