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Fear, that is just what I feel right now,
Gut-wrenchingly, heart-beating, scared. I always try to tell myself, that anyhow, I have got myself so very well prepared To fly; this time I will not shrink, cringe, I am not the type to get drunk to allow, Will not resort to using an alcoholic binge For my fears to be calmed, subdued. I vow, That this time I will not scream inside. I will not clutch at my husbands hand. I’ll manage to keep my eyes open wide. I will not pray, beg, we’ll soar or land In safety; no this time different it will be, No nerves, no fear, just pure tranquillity. But here on the runway engines roaring, I can’t even think; we’re up we’re soaring. Once more in the sky I breathe release hand, Notice the nail marks, hope he’ll understand, Yet again; I now have nothing to fear, and, I’ll not feel this terror again until we land!
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