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By Wil C. Fry, Jan. 20, 2001, 23:50

Copyright © 2001 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.


Flying low through starlit night
Seeing towers awash with light
He wondered should he fly into
The lights and go straight on thru.
Into the glimmer he guided his plane
Expecting to avoid all the pain,
But when he hit, nonetheless,
Plane, body, and tower made a tangled mess.
What he felt, however, none will know
Whether into the light his soul did go.



Copied from my "Darker Blue Notebook".



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