Flying In From Newark

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Flying in from Newark

She's flying in
From Newark here this evening;
That awesome regular girl,
My favorite one.
I try my best to not reveal it,
Yet my heart can't stop
The flow of passions blood.
She flew far from
The west, that warm Pacific
To this the North Atlantic gate.
Where the Newfoundland species
Has a warm broad smile for her,
So she'll feel here
In God's special place
She is indeed the special one.

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