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In Burditt Lake, so far away, There's an aerodrome where planes can play. With wings that soar and engines loud, They take off from the water, oh so proud. Just 1.5 nautical miles, you see, North of Burditt Lake, where it's meant to be. The pilots fly with skill and grace, Guiding their planes in this special place. The water sparkles, calm and clear, As the planes take off, without any fear. They glide through the air, up high they go, Leaving ripples behind, down below. Children watch with wonder and delight, As the planes take off, a magnificent sight. Dreaming of flying, up in the sky, With the birds and clouds, oh so high. So if you ever visit Burditt Lake, Listen closely, you might hear the planes awake. They'll take you on a magical flight, Through the skies, shining so bright. Random page: VZ Ari