Great America

December 28, 2013

I went to great America

I ate a meal of fries.

I went on a roller coaster

i didn’t puke... big surprise!

in and out, up and down

so much spinning made me frown.

Morning, afternoon, and night

I stayed at great america without a fright.

I rode the demon

it’s tracks a steam’n...

It’s speed so fast

i wonder if I will last?

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