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Big Metal Birds


 

Big metal birds,

Fly high in the sky,

“What are they?”

Those metal birds so high.

 

“Planes,”

But how?

So small now,

So far away.

 

They fly up,

From the runway,

Upon his shoulders,

I see them fly,

From behind the fence,

Up so high.

 

“Dad, look!”

As the big metal birds fly.

 
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