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
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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