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One, two, buckle your seatbelt. This plane

Is taking off for home, wherever that is

In your 90 year old mind. You said you

Wanted to go home, so I am taking you

Home, to Buffalo, where you have never

Been, Mother. You have lived so long

I am a Senior Citizen! The 28 years

Between us is a crack in the sidewalk

Or a hole as big as the sugarbowl

You attack when your nurse's back

Is turned. Your sweet-toothed dotage!

Your horde of M and Ms! not good for you,

But what the hell, hell, hell.

Now, as Tex, our Captain, says, sit back,

Relax, and experience a little turbulence.

The crowd on the runway at the Queen City, Old Gal,

Awaits you as at the opening of the Erie Canal.