If the mind can concieve it then it can be achieved.
Plane, aeroplane please
Streak your white shit across the sky
Reduce me to my knees to stare
Above the tallest leaves of trees
Defy gravity and amaze a child
Create your linear clouds and
Fly to far away places
Leave me a trail
To find my way home
To drown in aquatic blue skies
On the warmest day
In the month of July
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