Paper Plane
a i r l i n e s
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All seems ready
But I have a problem though
A hundred paper planes
all set . . . but lo!
I still am not able to go
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All thier folded glory
Calmly rested on the table
Aerodynamic as they are
They’re functionally Unable
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To carry ME,
The single most
important passenger,
The Paper Plane Maker
E x t r a o r d i n a i re
( Who happens to do stupid
things With a flair. )
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Thats a hundred paper planes
And I’ll be making
a hundred more And more,
and more, and more . . .
=Springkle wastes a day making 100 of these.
: december 1997
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