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HyperDrink a pot of coffee! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!
Making a pan of chicken noodle soup! Soup! Soup!
Playing with silly putty going goop! Goop! Goop!
Spinning around in circles making a loop! Loop! Loop!
Rawr! I'm bouncing off the wall! Wall! Wall!
Omg I hope I don't fall! Fall! Fall!
I really want to go shopping at the mall! Mall! Mall!
I have my money I want to spend it all! All! All!
Ooh look a butterfly look at it fly! Fly! Fly!
I'm going to wave to it and say goodbye! Bye! Bye!
And then I'm going to cry! Cry! Cry!
Because butterfly went to the sky! Sky! Sky!
I Will With YouI don't dance, but I will with you
I don't truly smile, but you make me do
I don't sing, but my heart is now
I don't breathe around you , I forget how
HonorThe feel of the wind upon my face
The feel of the sun upon my shoulders
Salt water in my eyes like a can of mace
I am a fighter of light, a true soldier
I pull my sword slowly from its sheath
And hold it up to glint in the sun
I take my stance and bare my chattering teeth
It it now time to fight instead of run
My first oppnent decieds to strike
And I bring my blade down on his head
The adrenalin I feel is something I like
As I strike my enemies down dead.
An armored fist catches me in the ribs
An I fall to the ground catching my breath
Enemies circle around with laughs and squibs
And I feel it's almost time for my death
As a spear soars at me from above
I move quickly as to avoid the blade
It hardly misses my head and I hear the sound of
My heart beating in my ears as I realize that I am suddenly afraid
But now is not the time to worry about my fears
I must fight for the lives of others and my own
I must fight for what I hold dear
I shall not be seen with great bemoan
I flip back up on
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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