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Winds Aloft


WIDS ALOFT

It was a bright and clear day in Williams.

it was a grea day t fly, without a cloud in the sky

i took a trip, i thoght i was a breeze, untl i ame to land

i didnt feel at ease.

 

the wid was choppy and the plane went insane

i was trying to control it, bu it couldn't be tamed

i couldn't touchown for it was too scary

so i turned around, who knows, maybe i am crazy.

so i me in hopefully the cross winds won't take me.

 

i took a chance and at first glance there wasn't a chance

but with my skill i won't let mother nature take me at my will

i pulled it left and i pulled it right, hopefully this isn't my last flight

my instructor gave me a look and i knew it was time, i took a deep breath

and i concord death

 

i stepped out and laid on the ground

for i knew i won this round

now its time to put this bird in the sky

and fly until the day i die.

 

 
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