Flying
by
Helen C. Downey
Monday, November 13, 2006
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Aren't there times when the animals in our life appear far to human? My dog thinks he can fly!
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Flying
I’m flying in my home made air plane
Fly baby, fly
It took me two days to get dressed
For this wondrous adventure
I can do it, I can do it.
Fly baby, fly…
Gonna take a trip to a magical land
Fly baby, fly…
Where my woman waits
In a land where there are no gaits
Fly baby, fly…
I sure hope the runway isn’t all sand
Cause I need not sink in the land.
Fly baby, fly…
I’ve tested her out
Running around and all about
Fly baby, fly…
The neighbor shook his head,
"That dog is gonna be dead."
Fly baby, fly…
I guess I was running too long
Don't know where I belong.
Rest baby, rest……
HCD 2006/11 ©
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| Reviewed by Bill Broome |
11/13/2006 |
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Dang! What a picture! I thought for a seocnd or so that it was a snapshot of me years ago in Primary Flying School. I mean, the uniform and all. Coulda' fooled me, Helen. This one is delightful, and I enjoyed each and every word. Take off and have a grand time ! ! !
- Bill
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| Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader) |
11/13/2006 |
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| This is absolutely priceless! What a grand sense of humour you have Helen. God Bless, Holly |
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| Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader) |
11/13/2006 |
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| Nana, Peter, Wendy, can fly, first star to the left and straight on... |
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