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“Me and My Suitcase”


Today’s the day I start packing,

always tend to be slacking.

Loud families planning,

while ticket agents are scanning.

“Let me see your tickets and identification before speculation.”

Rushing to my gate, searching for C8.

Better begin to hurry, then I’ll have no worries.

Seats filling, and babies spilling.

Taking off and I hear kids yelling,

“Blast off!”

Now watching the clock go tick-tock,

will this plane ever stop?

After five million years I think we are finally here.

Me and my suitcase are almost near.

New destination ready for that sensation.

 
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