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10.08.2021

The Flight of Arnold Asher

Arnold Asher made some wings

Of paste and paper news

And wore them with a draping robe

And the lightest, sky-blue shoes

He never knew a sweeter time

Than soaring through the air

Regarding all the earth below

Friends’ houses, here and there

He wondered at the treetops

And their textures from above

And how it all looked fine and new

The yards and parks he loved

And when he landed back among

The folks like me and you

He saw it all was precious

With his new, expanded view