Floating In The Air
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Once, when I was barely three
I climbed up the tallest tree.
My Gramma was scolding me,
and yet, I didn't care.
A crude diaper parachute
left me in my birthday suit.
And I must've looked so cute
that folks stopped to stare.
I recall drifting for miles,
soliciting ahhs and smiles.
My butt was on the X-files,
floating in the air.
Nearing my destination
at the local train station.
I felt some hesitation
about landing there.
So, catching a breeze back home;
I felt as light as sea foam.
It seems a weird way to roam;
yet it's true; I swear!
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2022
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