Learning to Fly

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Learning to Fly by Kenn Nesbitt

I’m soaring.
I’m sailing.
I’m learning to fly.
I’m leaping.
I’m bouncing.
I’m high in the sky.

I’m jumping.
I’m hopping.
I’m up in the air.
I’m dashing.
I’m diving,
the wind in my hair.

I’m swooping.
I’m whooshing.
I’m light as a kite.
I’m flittering,
fluttering,
floating in flight.

I’m toppling.
I’m tumbling.
I’m falling. I crashed.
And, whoopsie,
my parents
new mattress is trashed.

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