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sitting down on the plane ready to fly,
it moves along slowly as i close each eye,
the jets push along as the plane takes flight,
and did i mention this is my worst fright,
not moving or opening eyes for the whole trip,
my arms hold on tight while i bite my bottom lip,
offered a drink as i opened one eye to peek,
i saw outside the window making a squeak,
turbulence shakes as i hope we crash,
as below so far down at least the bottom would splash,
a true fear of heights but not the coming to land,
as the plane stops i feel good and release seat gripped hand.