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FIRST FLIGHT
Three years ago, he hit the ground.
I marveled at the wonder found.
This boy bewitched me from the start,
One shake of mane: he held my heart.
Resolved to ride, I watched him grow,
While waiting, cherishing his glow.
I'd write of riding him one day,
And worry free, we'd run away.
Thus, desperate for a saddled trip,
I cultivated horsemanship.
A three-year lapse dragged slowly by
Until the day when we would fly.
At last, I climbed upon his back
And cued him softly on the track.
We jogged one way, then back again,
A traveled pair at last. Amen!
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by Paul Curtis
THE FIRST TIME
The first time I took her hand
It trembled faintly
Yet noticeably
Like a wild birds fluttering heart
In the hand
You touched my heart
You took me out
You hugged me good night
You touched my heart
You took me out
You kissed me good night
You
The first time I saw you
I was blown away
You took my breathe away
I stood staring at your beauty
Not knowing it I saw an angel
Standing
The first time I tried to take my first steps
I felt oh so frightened;
I felt like I was all alone and every baby step
I took
FIRST FLIGHT
Three years ago, he hit the ground.
I marveled at the wonder found.
This boy bewitched me from the start,
One shake
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