Air Air Everywhere Poem
My father is an air force man and now ive learned to see how this life gives as well and takes.
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Raised in a wealthy jewish family in new york emma lazarus devoted herself to zionist and marxist causes after hearing about the pogroms in russia in the 1880s. The sermon of st. Up soared the lark into the air a shaft of song a winged prayer as if a soul released from pain. Can i call you yard to yet.
And believe you too can fly. The sadness of a humming birds bet. Is that you both know why. When two bodies meet in space.
Turn turn my wheel. Turn round and round without a pause without a sound. So spins the flying world away. This clay well mixed with marl and sand.
My father is an air force man by sandra lee sharp.