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Paper Planes

Paper planes up in the sky
Made by a small boy's hand
Carefully folded, carefully molded
As he grows into a man.

Each paper a special creation
A dream of what might be
Soaring on the winds of chance
High above the sea.

Great dreams from a small boy's hand
May they prosper, may they grow -
Until that boy becomes a man
Tis time enough to know.
Written by BruceBurkard
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