Good morning sir, how are you?
Put your baggage on the conveyor
- let’s see what shows up on my camera;
the load you’re taking through.
Oh yes it stormed last night
- chickens came home early to roost;
hang on there a mo sir, no rush
to alight. Only angels take our flight.
this surprised me in the end.
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