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Contrail
A long streak of cloud
high in the sky
Always fascinated me
as a little boy
I used to wonder whose
long tail it was
Then I was told that the
jet was the cause
Later I came to know that
it is called a contrail
I was not so wrong as a kid
to think it was a tail
A contrail in the sky tells us
that a jet has flown by
But not where it went or that
it was flying how high
high in the sky
Always fascinated me
as a little boy
I used to wonder whose
long tail it was
Then I was told that the
jet was the cause
Later I came to know that
it is called a contrail
I was not so wrong as a kid
to think it was a tail
A contrail in the sky tells us
that a jet has flown by
But not where it went or that
it was flying how high
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