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Life Is like an Airplane ride 
soaring in the sky
the journy long or sometimes short
Crashing at any time

Like the Old guy snoring beside you
Or the lady griping at her kids 
your going to have discomforts
but they will soon come to an end

Peanuts as gifts you recive every now and then 
Coke a refreshment enjoyed by little kids
Would you like some Oj Or a glass of Wine
Your going to make some choices and answers that come
behind

Like the window seat
Its Exciting sometimes scary too
Your going to be liked by some 
Disliked by many too

But at the end of your ride and your lugage comes
Remember Life is Gift and to always enjoy the ride

Posted: 2009-02-22 01:57:29 UTC

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2009-03-01 07:55:05~Stay_Beautiful~20104
Wow that's a great anology! I've never gotten to ride a plane though =[ haha Great peom!

2009-03-13 23:32:06Tyler Cedric Golden
lol indeed i have never gotten to ride a plan either but this was well thought of to connect with the way life is....spectacular job on this!