Heidi's Hepcat Haven

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Ode to the Pilot

Attack of Immaturity

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Attack of Immaturity

Missiles swipe past me,
Some volley,
Others hit.
They penetrate my being.
But I refuse to retaliate.
They are happy.
That's fine with me.
I am satisfied just sitting,
Needing nothing to make me full of glee...
I need new comrades...
I hope someone cleans this spit wad mess.