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I am the jet pack.
Little again as grey hair pretends. So does me.
I still dream looking up.
There is no disbelief.
Moments of certainty of standing here exactly where I need to be. This is me.
Leave the leaves.
Push air aside
do something that just can't possibly.
Get upside down in the candy of clouds and realize that they don't taste like anything at all.
I am faster.
Especially running.
About the Creator
Mark R. Cieslak
Trying to tell some of the silly stories that crowd my head. Maybe you like one. If not its still cheaper than therapy.
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