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Submitted by Keri on Fri, 12/03/2010 - 06:47

Come, take my hand!
Won't it be grand
For you and me
To go flying over the sea?
Let's go!
You don't know
That it won't work 'til you've tried it.
Forget your doctorate in science!
Now please,
Just believe
It'll be lots of fun
Don't you feel that sun?
Now, open your eyes
Don't be so surprised!
We're soaring so very free
Flying over the sea.



About the title:

I wrote this poem in my head while brushing my teeth for bed and then ran to my room to scribble it down. I have no title for it so I used something that I must have started writing at the top of the page this poem was first recorded upon. Now you know and are better for the knowledge. Go forth and prosper with it

Author's age when written


I liked this. : )

Brother: Your character should drive a motorcycle.
Me: He can't. He's in the wilderness.
Brother: Then make it a four-wheel-drive motorcycle!