Poem. Poem. Poem.

Adept Posts : 1526 Registration date : 2008-11-05

"Can you feel it?"
The feeling of the wind against your hair.
Just like a snail tied to a rocket, smelling fumes of gasoline.
Oh, there goes the snail.
The snail zooms through,
Passing through the asylum.
SPLAT! Guess, the window was closed.
Snails aren't very smart when it comes to the subject of being tied to a rocket.
Another poem that I just typed up.

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