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Landing

(Coach class poetry)

Everything is a Tiny Toy until
Wheels touch Earth then
Real Size snap back.

…

Yes, I still think it’s odd when people clap after the plane lands.

Books as bearable movies have to concentrate on character because there is no time for story. One less movie, one more book..

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3 Responses to “Landing”

  1. Andrew Mager Says:
    June 20th, 2008 at 1:58 pm

    Best poem ever.

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