You’re up in the air,
flying over deep waters
as I sit grounded at home.
~
Even great poets
struggle with rhythm and rhyme
at thirty-nine thousand feet.
You’re up in the air,
flying over deep waters
as I sit grounded at home.
~
Even great poets
struggle with rhythm and rhyme
at thirty-nine thousand feet.
Even great poets
struggle with rhythm and rhyme
at thirty-nine thousand feet.
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