Sometimes flying Feels like falling Until you get your wings Under you. You just have to rush Into practice. Release Your fear. Your insides Become A gyroscope. Then You find Facetime With Hangtime.
I am a writer working on various short and long fiction pieces. This blog is a daily hobby, in which I normally rhyme quite a bit. Please read more about the history and purpose of Daily Rhymes here: http://dailyrhymesofthetimes.blogspot.com/2010/08/about-daily-rhymes-of-times.html
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