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The roar of a loud engine when it starts
is the beginning of enjoyable trips;
a sound that tells you that you will depart
and you are wishing for no air time flips.

In your seat buckle you hope for nothing
that will up set this long a waited time;
and you will undoubtedly be getting 
your baggage from the busy waiting line.

© Copyright 2001.08.01 by Jean E. Gorney