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Here's a poem I wrote when I was 11. I was thinking how cool it would be to fly.

Sprouting Wings

When I sprout wings
Do you know what I'll do?
I'll fly in the sky
A land of blue.
I'll take a nap in the clouds
Wave to people on a plane
I'll fly with the birds
In sunshine or rain

I'll save a kitten from a tree
And reach a high shelf
For my spare key.
I'll soar away with the wind on my face
Let's go together!
To any place.

When I sprout wings
Do you know what I'll do?
If you'd like, I'd take you
TO FLY.