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Right now we fly high above the clouds in the sky,

And all I can think about is my,

Little hellions.

The little rebelions, are today no longer little.

What I miss most was teaching them to piddle.

That year went too fast.

And now that it is in the past

I keep trying to keep the coming ones last.

But it seems the more I try,

The faster they fly.

I know there is no need to cry.

But my oh my.

Why should I not try?