Airport Blues

Off to the airport, saying goodbye,
waiting lines stretching from here to the sky,
stuffed dogs and real dogs and children that cry;
he's flying; I'm saying goodbye.

I saw my son off on the plane this morning, and I'm missing him already. The lines were incredible, but at least he made his plane.

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