In first hour today, we had a study hall since the lack of people. So I wrote this fine little poem of Millennium Force. Since it was 1st hour, if parts suck...let it be known that I had just woke up, lol.
you sit down nervously, anxious of whats to come
the seatbelt on, the lap bar locks in place
you get the signal to go, a smile acrost your face
the lift engages, you start to ride higher and higher
now you regret those fries you ate from happy fiar
your palms are clamy but still your hands do rise
as you crest the hill, your about to dive
you take a huge plunge, down and down you go
now the world seems differnt, the first turn has come
you take another ride, a turn, a tunnel then airtime galore
you hit down gently after the time afloat
and go into another turn, your pal as white as a ghost
oh my go a support zooms by close
another huge turn, it happens fast
your life flashes again as you cruise by that support
another hill makes it feel like your in flight
pitch black a tunnel with a strobe light
you turn next along the station and hit another hill
people below you are watching you scream overhead
you turn and hit the brakes and
finaly you catch your breath and go on your way
that two minutes of paradice
nothing can take its place
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If she weighs as much as a duck, she's made of wood, and therefore a witch.
It never ends... ;)
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How dare you vanquish the Steel Phantom without his consent? Fear the Phantom's Revenge.
I guess we all became poets....maybe I should write one....NAH, I suck at writing poetry.
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Trim brakes-a necessity???