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The Skies Their Trapeze
Acrobats of the air, the skies their trapeze
Daring loop-de-loops performed with such ease
They fly in formation, weave in and out, while
the faint-hearted scream, the lion-hearted shout
Though the pilots themselves have nary a doubt
Just what kind of substance flows through their veins
~ the kind that cuts the heart out of their brains
Copyright ©
Gershon Wolf
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