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Asking To Fly

I asked my mom if I could fly
She said she wished I could.

When I asked my teacher what she thought
She said no mortal should.

But when I asked my horse his view,
His eyes an ancient black;

He said:
"Why, of course you can. When you're sitting on my back."





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