Two Angel
Two Angel
When my friend Charmaine was stolen, I was on a warehouse course near my home in Manchester. I was outside on break with the lads.
It was a crazily hot July day. A rag wing plane flew over.
A Piper Cub circling twice.
I was in awe.
No one has such a plane near me. Could of been a white and blue Super Cub in Wales but it was all white. I did a poem on my mate, how 1 day, on the other side, we'll go flying. Timeless summer sky, perfect freedom.
Maybe I'll have a tattoo of that plane... time'll tell...
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