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Rollercoaster
I ride the rollercoaster – up so high before plummeting low,
All panic and joy and vertigo,
Before making the climb back to the sky,
Why not try to fly,
Before freefalling to the depths again I go.
And so repeats this loop of life – this joyful ride,
The intensity inside,
A pressure built, ready to blow,
Beautiful crescendo!
A waterfall of living flows back int...
Wednesday 4th January 2017 6:20 am
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