A Pilots Life For Me

I try to keep the plane in the air as long as can but sometimes it just doesn't work.

Saturday, September 24, 2005

Sad Cypress

Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by fair cruel maid.

A. Christy

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