helicopters
Remote control helicopters,
Time capsules, and a writing pad.
It all seems to be playful,
Until they bring out the big boys.
Its race after race
Tell you nock them down
Then they give a helluva roar
Was goanna nock you down,
Am goanna put a missiles to the grown,
And blow it off them hedges
I think maybe I will give the copter a test
I think latter it seems yawl are racing
To the death,
So I’ll just write
As you all fight
Remote control helicopters,
christianprep commented on helicopters
06-26-2009
LadyLuck commented on helicopters
06-26-2009
06/26/2009
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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