And I couldn't resist penning this little poem, verse, or whatever:
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Bubbles for breakfast!
I am all for it But toxic flying for dessert? I cannot adore it I salute the choice of morning champagne But it could as well be had on a train. |
It just might amuse you that the clouds, grass and tarmac are all stitched from different views that I've shot in my nice but boring neighbourhood. And often, as I live close to an airport, those pesky, fuming things passed above. I am quite intent on staying on the ground.