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Flying Lemming


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11 january 2012

The Big Ride

Standing in the queue waiting for the big ride
It feels like there’s a whirlwind going on inside
My stomach start lurching, my heartbeat quickens
The thought of getting on the ride just really sickens
I hear it zooming past and the people screaming loud
I look for other nervous faces waiting in the crowd
I feel like I’m the only one with this grip of fear
And every time the line moves on I feel the cause grow near
Just a few steps left until I am locked in
My mouth becomes quite dry, all the moistures on my skin
I look at every bolt and every join upon the frame
The thought that one could pop makes my heart burst into flame
I take my seat, the restraining bar locks into place
I try to force a brave smile but it wont come to my face
The carriage jerks along and then hits the incline
Higher higher higher clicking creaking all the time
The noise of the theme park is lost down below
As the carriage meets the top and very soon I know
That it will lose its battle against gravities greed
Hitting twists and turns and loops all at great speed
The carriage starts to roll away and oh no here we go
The feeling of the speed and movement makes me feel a glow
I laugh with real enjoyment as I experience each turn
The thrills the spins the spirals that I wanted to spurn
Give me such a buzz that I come off the ride grinning
Wondering why I worried so about the twists and spinning
I march on proud to the next ride brave and full of grit
But as I wait there for my turn I start to think a bit
Standing in the queue waiting for the big ride
It feels like there’s a whirlwind going on inside






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