Planet High

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If I could reach up and grab on to the wings of an airplane I would fly on these frequent flyer miles those on the ground would look up and beg me to come down and I would smile and fly away into the deep blue yonder holding on for dear life the next generation will tell the story of the day I took flight over and above sunlight a wing in my left and a wing in my right young poets will scibe sonnets about the night I held a star in the palm of my hand Pandora played a song and we danced until morning came and Sirius lit up the sky like a candle flame waving in the wind like air signs gliding like a ink pen chasing rainbows and touching dreams in a quiet mindset sailing on time alone