PAPER AIRPLANES
Watch them fly, as a child, magic in flight,
Different sizes, many paper shapes.
When just a boy, when magic seemed so real,
In my desk, there were stacks of paper airplanes,
Colored and ready for takeoff, imagination of a child.
They soared in the sky on a breezy, sun filled day,
I remember those times when I would run and play.
Upon a hill, standing there looking down,
My airplanes of paper ready to sail up high.
Paper airplanes in my time of youth,
I can almost feel it again, I can see it now.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
Brings back good memories
Thanks for reading.
It’s nice to reminisce about the good times. How have you been Keith?
I am doing okay, how about you?
On Thu, Jul 16, 2020 at 3:58 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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I am doing well. Praying for a vaccine, and world peace!!🙌🏾🙌🏾
Just wondering who really caused it.
On Thu, Jul 16, 2020 at 4:11 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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You and many others! The country is in a terrible situation. It saddens me terribly Keith. All we can do is wear a mask and social distance.
Thank you always, Keith
On Mon, Jul 20, 2020 at 10:32 AM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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You’re welcome