A Poem

A330 Butters

A330 butters here, A330 butters there,
A330 butters near, well, it butters everywhere.
Tilted gears, butters the bread,
Nice and smooth, so nicely spread.

After five the gears touchdown,
So satisfying, without a sound,
A gentle hum, the wings come down,
People clap as reversers sound.

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wow. beautiful.

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Thanks lol!

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Me trying not to type lyrics from any song be a metalcore/deathcore band called We Butter The Bread With Butter.

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do one for meeeeeeeeeeeeee

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Write a poem for you?

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ABOUT and for me

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I’ll try lol

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A masterpiece :moai: :wine_glass:

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