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Unfinished Childrens book
Timmy was a kid, a boy in fact
jeans, a shirt, and a baseball cap
He would have fun, laugh, and play
but he wanted to fly, to fly he'd say.
He'd go to bed, sleep, sleep tight
Dreamed of flight with all his might
Wake up from flying in the air
too lying in bed
Up, he would stare
I wish I could fly, to fly someday
Out the door, today he said, today.
He wanted to fly
he couldn't take it anymore
He wanted to fly
he wanted to sore
So he went to the ocean
where the wind was strong
But when he got there
the wind was gone
He sat on a rock, crying away
He wanted to fly, to fly today
Still need to make some wrymes right here
oops ****, **** **** deer
The bird said, "today you are in luck"
then his friends came down, came down in a flock
they picked him off his feet
the birds sang away, tweet tweet, tweet tweet
they flew him over the ocean blue
they flew everywhere they flew
When the fun was done
they brought him down
still need to make the ending :P
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