Weathering Heights
She was out of the window
She was up on the roof
She was sitting on pylons
She was somewhat aloof.
She was on wings of airplanes
She was flying with kites
She was in a balloon race
She was weathering heights.
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Ged the Poet
Sun 20th Jul 2014 19:54
Like a burst of energy. Short, sharp, snappy and a very clever title and contents. Love it.