You think your costume angel wings,
and faith are just enough to hold you up
until the pixie dust runs out of magic, out
of luck. And just before
you start to fall - you flap
your arms
a sad cartoon
with eyes squeezed shut:
"No place like home!"
Think wonderfully,
you'll be there soon
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