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Remember when I was three Big brother staring up at me- ‘Come down, come down, come down sissy’ I can fly no stopping me… Took the leap to soar the sky To be free jumped very high Though my brother did so beg, I defied and broke my leg. Self-conscious of spirituality there was no stopping me Though plaster slowed me down that year First break at three was quite severe True story I continue to tell... First time I flew before I fell.