Airplane

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You give me the feeling.,

of when I was little, playing the airplane game.
Where someone would hold you by your hands,
and you would lay across their knees.
You would pretend to be an airplane,
and then they would pretend to crash.
You would beg for them to do it again.
 
I'm your airplane.,
You are what keeps me in the air,
You hold me by my hands.
And you crash and pick me up over and over again.
But one of these days,
You wont be there to hold me up,
And you will get board of playing.
But until then,
I'm the highest airplane in the sky.
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December 30, 2009

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