FLYING HIGH

by ¤say_what¤   Dec 19, 2005


Flying high and twisting around,
hoping to land without a sound.

Defying gravity in everyway,
you are crazy some will say.

Perfection is all we ever know,
and in our routines it will show.

We don't mess around we are tough,
3rd and 2nd aren't good enough.

In our minds we see the gold,
now it is up to us, to have the judges sold

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