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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=578973" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The will to chase airplanes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every day the little boy<br>With the golden sprint in<br>His dust covered feet chases<br>The silhouette of the same airplane<br>With great messianic zeal that it hurts<br>And his hands are flying as if he is<br>The seasoned and proud pilot himself<br>Don't worry little one<br>You see today your mother<br>Cries with the shame of watching<br>You resorting to the half bricks<br>That you improvise into toy airplanes<br>First you must learn the hard<br>Lessons of life in the raw<br>Before you graduate from the university<br>Of the heartlessness of chafing under <br>The ropes of adversity<br>You must earn your stripes from<br>Faculty of the hard knocks of suffering<br>And only then will you soar<br>With the eagle and touch the sky<br>And paint the clouds bright blue<br>And the ladies with the double<br>Barrel surnames will suddenly love<br>To learn to tilt to pronounce your <br>Clicks filled name properly<br>By then you will be wearing the shoes<br>With the gleaming diamonds in them<br>And your pride will be restored as<br>You climb into the cockpit and you say<br>A little prayer for your mum<br>Who had to absorb the crunching<br>Blows of her terrible suffering as she<br>Made sacrifice after sacrifice to deny<br>Poverty the chance to bloat your way<br>To the lifestyle of comfort surrounded<br>By unheard of luxury and glamor<br>Who stayed with you in the years of<br>The mad chasing of the airplanes and you<br>Will smile conspiratorially to your soul<br>And you will cry softly away from the <br>Glare of the public as you savor <br>The miracle of the new you but<br>You will not forget<br>The hell of the troubles you had<br>To bob and weave your way through on your<br>It was never going to be easy way <br>To fame and fortune</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ngaka+Motaung">Ngaka Motaung</a><div class=q>
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With the golden sprint in
His dust covered feet chases
The silhouette of the same airplane
With great messianic zeal that it hurts
And his hands are flying as if he is
The seasoned and proud pilot himself
Don't worry littl..."></div>
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