Life, by connie
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Life Is like an Airplane ride
soaring in the sky
the journy long or sometimes short
Crashing at any time
Like the Old guy snoring beside you
Or the lady griping at her kids
your going to have discomforts
but they will soon come to an end
Peanuts as gifts you recive every now and then
Coke a refreshment enjoyed by little kids
Would you like some Oj Or a glass of Wine
Your going to make some choices and answers that come
behind
Like the window seat
Its Exciting sometimes scary too
Your going to be liked by some
Disliked by many too
But at the end of your ride and your lugage comes
Remember Life is Gift and to always enjoy the ride
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Posted: 2009-02-22 01:57:29 UTC |
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2009-03-01 07:55:05 | ~Stay_Beautiful~20104 |
Wow that's a great anology! I've never gotten to ride a plane though =[ haha Great peom! |
2009-03-13 23:32:06 | Tyler Cedric Golden |
lol indeed i have never gotten to ride a plan either but this was well thought of to connect with the way life is....spectacular job on this! |