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Created on: May 15, 2008
Rollercoaster Sinking Into Fire
The man up in the tree told me life is like
A roller coaster;
The road will bend and twist,
He told me,
And curve around the narrow turns.
He said some days
Would feel like sinking deep into the deepest blue,
And others like I was in a sleep
And I would
Feel like I was floating on thin air.
The end of his life
Had been the toughest part
Where he had suffered the pain of life.
He said, "The fires rage inside your heart
And then comes the bitter snow."
I asked him where he lived now,
And then he stopped to think.
I turned my head to look the other way,
And in a second
He was gone.
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