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Roller-Coaster


The wind is blowing

The white crisp shirt is flowing

A cold shiver runs down your spine

It feels odd to your body but you know you're fine

A bump on the road

But of-course it's only a roller-coaster

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<p>Can you explain this poem a little more?&nbsp;<br>I thought it was more of the painting of a scene, with the wind blwoing, the shirt flowing, you shivering... Haha :) it all felt very peace, super contrary to my experience of what a roller coaster feels like. :) OR</p><p>we could interpret it as standing close to a roller coaster when it speeds by.... like watching life fly by, WAY too fast. Is that it? :D hahaha work with me here X)</p>

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