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Wednesday, 27 February 2013

Hot Air

It could have been a flight of crims
But boldness beat the Monarch’s whims
And saw a Marquis in the air
With valiant de Rozier.
The Laws of Physics hold this gift;
When things get heated, we get lift.
Crowds hotting up.  They’re on the rise.
The Social Aviator’s prize
Comes at a price.  Agitations
Create distance.  Atoms.  Nations.
So are we Men or molecules?
Perhaps we’re both.  Perhaps we’re fools.
Perhaps we shouldn’t aim too high –
Look up, not down, from that Big Sky?
We could try sideways and sustain
Another’s loss as our own pain,
So on our journey we might see
The sight worth seeing:  You as Me.

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