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Thrillseeker


 Sitting before me, 

Is this red and blue monster,

Menacingly tall and long.

 My dad is going,

As I am debating,

I don’t know what to do.

 Suddenly, motivation strikes,

My energy spikes, and I say “Let’s go!”

Up the stairs we climb to the car.

 Sitting down, raring to go,

Then up and up we climb.

Screams break free from me,

And then I see,

What a good idea this was,

For now,

I am a thrillseeker.

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