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Thursday, December 13, 2012
This morning nine airplanes
This morning nine airplanes
Criss-crossed a cloudless sky
As I walked a lonely path
Wishing that I could fly
And nine Canada geese
Formed a flying wishbone
Honking down on me as
I walked my path alone
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