Array ( [sid] => 182877 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A Fast Ride: [time] => 2016-04-01 09:21:21 [hometext] => TRYING A ROLLACOSTER FOR THE FIRST AND LAST TIME. [bodytext] => Eyes shut tight,
afraid of height.
sound can be heard
out of sight.
heart beating fast
out at last.
nothing can be heard
but a strong wind blast.
stop! stop! stop!
some one screams
are you ok?
what//'//s your name?
Is it over,you poor thing?
fainted on the ride
"oh you think."
no more ride for me
on this darn thing.
am walking from now on
on my feet again.
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A Fast Ride:
Date: Friday, 1st April 2016 @ 09:21:21 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: richard_campbell
Eyes shut tight,
afraid of height.
sound can be heard
out of sight.
heart beating fast
out at last.
nothing can be heard
but a strong wind blast.
stop! stop! stop!
some one screams
are you ok?
what//'//s your name?
Is it over,you poor thing?
fainted on the ride
"oh you think."
no more ride for me
on this darn thing.
am walking from now on
on my feet again.


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