Fixed. I was driving to work this morning listening to Blue Angels Air Show which is barely a wisp of a song. But these words are so simple yet convey so much:
There's a show we can see at the base outside of town
where the planes, they turn circles in the air.
I watch you stand next to me with your hand over your mouth
and join the crowds' heavy gasp.
One for each time they pass overhead.
So we've been selected in this beautiful lottery.
They remind me of William Carlos Williams. I know - I'm crazy.
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