Free like a bird
fly where ever you want
soaring the winds up high
sun kissed wings

What, no service on this flight
gizzard is empty, scream
freedom gone, got to land
dump excessive weight on a bald

Should have listen
take the full coarse
attention stopped after taking off
now I wish to be caught

The words were just flying around in my head. Perhaps a bit to much whiskey yesterday evening. I think this poem needs a rescue operation! Ha de Gött!


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  1. Only in mid air, you can experience real freedom 🙂

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  2. a fun poem, Ulle; clever 🙂

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  3. love the commentary on your own poem too: a little whiskey helps you fly 🙂 in my case, red wine 🙂

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