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Anticipation | ||
| Whenever I think of a journey ahead, I wake up a-smiling and jump out of bed. I think of the airplane all gleaming and bright, Just waiting to fly me to some distant site. The world is so large I cannot see it all, But many's the place with a beckoning call. Although I can read of he place where I head Its mystery calls me to see it instead. What strange new delights will I find in that land? What colors of fish and what texture of sand? What people with marvelous tales to recount? What challenging obstacle there to surmount? I leave with my spirits all ready to soar, To chart the uncharted and still look for more. | ||
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