I want to grow and leave my mind.
fly away,
leave this world behind.
be a world class Opera singer,
a Jazz trumpet player,
New York city dweller,
try all sorts of things,
I want to fly, before I die.
Author notes
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A contest entry
- Flying.... by islekine.
600 points, ended January 15, 17 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I like the idea
If you are going to fly, I would suggest northwest about two thousand miles. Not New York, the place is full of Yankees.

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Short hops first. (I know... wings and all)
Stay away from high cliffs and tall trees till you get the hang of it. (me, intimidating?) -
Nice, like a played down Bucket List, I hope You get to do all those things and More.


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fly...
the cage door is open... fly!
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So very nice...being the things you want to be, that is my idea of flying too; besyt of luck in the contest...PK


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Good Luck In The Contest. You convey your thoughts with passion.


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Well penned!
I want to fly before I die too!
Write on and on!
Think
PEACE*


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I absolutly love the last line.

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this is sweet i like it good luck in the contest
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