this poem is for Sylvin flying
i celebrate life every day
i know no other way
i suppose i am an optomist
i could have been a botonist
i love to watch society grow
i think it mostly gets the flow
i know we have a lot to learn
i think we will, unless we burn
as we enjoy what we have wrought
always remember your happy thought
for with out it we cant fly
how else to touch the sky
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