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Copter

In the quiet

I hear a sound

Fills me with dread

Every time

Though the years

I look up

Even when inside

I learned it

Then I was young

To know it well

What it meant

Never is good

Always is bad

Bad for someone

Always is bad

Long ago

Many years

Learned to fear

Copters