Dear Roberto, I’m flying home
I can’t wait to see my pets.
I see the clouds like flying foam.
Had a little vacation & no regret.
When I fly, I like to look out the window,
When I get home, I will tell my friends.
Couldn’t lay my head upon a pillow,
‘twas good while it lasted, soon it ends
I thought every cloud was a pillow
I had the best time flying, my friends.
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Author:
rrodriguez (
Offline) - Published: January 15th, 2022 16:14
- Comment from author about the poem: I saw this little girl doing her homework on the airplane. I thought she was writing a poem for me.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
She wrote this poem so well Roberto.
Andy
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