Please whoever gets this:
I am eight and in love
With the pretty stewardess
Who was on our flight
From San Diego to Baja.
She doesn’t know I exist,
She spends all her time with the pilots
Crowded around her on the patio
Here at the same hotel as us.
If you get this and see her
Tell her:
I am true and brave.
If she would just turn around
And see me pushing palm fronds
Into the pool with my foot
One after another
When no one’s watching.
This is awesome, Randall! Great voice, observations as an eight-year-old.
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Thanks!!
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You are welcome!
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Caused a big smile.
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Thanks
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Posted a challenge at Jilly’s – advertising everywhere for takers.
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This is adorable! I love him!!!
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Thank you so much!
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Excellent job with creating an accurate voice; especially like that last stanza with its picture of childhood. Great write!!
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Aww. Very interesting take, q. Enjoyed this one much.
1966 – 8 … Hmm. Really?
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Thanks!
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Child’s voice persists throughout this poem. Love it!
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