The True Story
Why this fascination with wings?
Said Wilbur – Am I wrong or am
I Write, replied Orville? Continuing to
refine his draw: Some like to jog,
while I think to soar. Wilbur, less
convinced, on the cot began to
snore. Then some geese came honking
by – Wilbur, rubbing clear a sleepy eye~
at length agreeing, Write behind you, brother!
Settled with a coin-toss, Orville’s Mail-order coin.
Wilbur was first to try.
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