A Poetic Story from my Life
I bought my sisters moped
and with it i sped
to seventy-five k.m. per h.
with a helmet on my head
It was dark the other night
but i had on my shades
they stop wind and give my sight
but the dark made everything fade
I hit a patch of gravel
and then began to slide
the unseen pothole hit me
and off my moped i did fly
but it was great anyways
2 comments:
dude you're getting spam comments.
i like your poem. i hope you didn't hurt yourself.
i would call home but our phone died. we'll buy a new one and then I'll call y'all.
Jazz
didn't get hurt... it was sorta fun, in an awkward way, scraped my knee a bit and bruised my hip, and yes the spam is really anoying!
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