Touch and Go
throughout the day, the planes touch and go,
But where they go, I do not know.
Places far off, full of mystery.
How I want to be where those planes go.
Maybe one day I will keep up with them.
In the sky, flying far and wide.
All throughout the day, my plane would touch and go,
And where I would go, I would cherish it so.
Touch and Go.
Donna Moody
4/7/2021
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