Little Things Mean So Much
I want to be a pilot
That fly’s across the sky
Give my girlfriend everything
My Mr Kipling’s apple pie
We’re soar together into space
Flying all around
And when we get there
We’re touch the sun
Never to be found
Hands off Mr Kipling!
© Copyright 26th November 2010 K.C.Leake
Copyright © Kevin Leake | Year Posted 2013
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