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The Man with Wings.
The Man with Wings.
The Man on a ground
Watches hawks in the sky
Up and down moves his hand
Hop and hop lift the toes
Triple jump stretching wide
Wing muscles that soft and stiff.
Raise the head to be proud
With the eyes focus highs
Like a bird, the Man begins fly
Woo! Float with clouds..
Ha...ha. Whistling out loud
See the rivers, see the mountain
See the home ground from highs
Full of green and earthly life
While you fly spot the hawks
With claws comes very close.
It can glide...it can hurt but
Keep the space up and down
Never think you will slip
You can fly you can fly
Eminence bids “You the man
With wings...Man With wings”
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Vinodkumarv
The Man on a ground
Watches hawks in the sky
Up and down moves his hand
Hop and hop lift the toes
Triple jump stretching wide
Wing muscles that soft and stiff.
Raise the head to be proud
With the eyes focus highs
Like a bird, the Man begins fly
Woo! Float with clouds..
Ha...ha. Whistling out loud
See the rivers, see the mountain
See the home ground from highs
Full of green and earthly life
While you fly spot the hawks
With claws comes very close.
It can glide...it can hurt but
Keep the space up and down
Never think you will slip
You can fly you can fly
Eminence bids “You the man
With wings...Man With wings”
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Vinodkumarv
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The Man with Wings.
The Man with Wings.
