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In the Plane

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You always become stupid
In a plane:
Seat belts, No smoking,
Emergency exits.
You have no choice
Can read and eat and drink,
Decide between white or red,
Tea or coffee.
The bread is drilled
By plastic knifes.
You eagerly await meeting
Your own luggage,
If still alive, that’s life.
2009




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Publicerad 2011-01-22 22:01



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