When the aeroplane explodes at thirty thousand feet,
I want to be the one who falls to earth in one piece
And sits up in a hospital bed,
Modestly recounting my story to the press.
Newtonian forces aid my descent:
Spread-eagled at terminal velocity, I fly home,
The ground coming at me so hard, so fast,
I aim to make a perfect five-point landing.
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