I’m nervous as I feel my stomach twirl.
Inside and out I might hurl.
That feeling of fear and excitement as the ride starts
The feeling gets worse when you’re at the top.
Then you look down and see the drop,
Scream at the top of your lungs “Stop!”
But by then it’s too late, there is nothing they can do
You’re falling, falling to your doom.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
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