Concourse run with carry on,
Clutched in the back of me.
The gurring of the engines,
And a sleek airplane to see.
The sharp angle take-off,
The marvel of my life,
The wings near scratching,
I love airports and airplanes,
They're a second home to me.
A glamorous and scientific,
Place to be.
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