Happy Birthday, my friend Joerg, and all the best,
from Birgit, Michael and the rest!
...und noch´n Gedicht:)
All birds and bees and things with wings
drift in the breeze as Nature sings.
A few brave souls who must be bright
have lofty goals and claim the right
to leave safe ground and seek the sky,
thus heaven-bound, they really fly.
Persistent rumour says that a boy
with skill and humour and special toy
can be a flyer just like a bird.
Flies even higher 'til earth is blurred.
And spreads his wings peers through dark shades
a king of kings, an ace of spades.
...and keep up-to-date, stay sharp and smart!
A Pilot, mate, is no old Fart ;-))
Yeah....
Thursday, October 11, 2007
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