Flying
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Like a mosquito flying up above, through the clouds, with wheels hanging down like hands of a mosquito.
Flying free and higher than a bug, my secret love is to fly always in the sky.
Flying is a secret passion and not mosquito-type at all.
Just flying high in a plane - that's all.
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