Fly Like a Bird
It's been my good fortune
to have this close friend,
a possessor of license
for flying type things.
He owns his own aircraft
for leaving the ground,
no wings fixed to lift us,
just blades spinning round.
A ride, two seat copter,
the feeling profound,
I feel as a bird must,
when flying around.
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