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Metal Fatigue

by Rita Webb
2003
Plane taxi down the El Paso runway,
Hijack my life, it ain't mine no more.
Take me for ransom, hold me as hostage,
A collision course, I've been here before.

Face to the sunset, windsock and radar
Guiding this plane, eighty tons of raw power.
Nothing can save me, no one will notice
Turbulent clear air, and gone in one hour.

High on the flight to Reno, Nevada,
Thoughts start to crumble at two or three leagues.
Jet lag and bad food, I knew that would happen,
But I never counted on metal fatigue.
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