Breakin’ them bones, scuffin‘ up boots, jumpin’ out o’ planes with no parachutes. Hittin’ the ground with a big old thud, buried my face in a pile of mud ...

Grandma jumped next, lost her dang false teeth, when she hit the ground she was still buckled in her seat …

Breakin’ them bones, Granpa flew by, could have sworn I saw a tear in his eye, poor old fella was a sight to see, hung his self landin’ in a big oak tree.

Breaking them bones, as the plane went down, the pilot had blue hair and was dressed like a clown …

Painting with light

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