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Feb 2020
We've had our share of low points over the years, that is
not to say this roller coaster is not shared.
But we never compare tickets, we keep them close
So no one ever talks about the ride, not really.

And just as the mechanical beast spun around the corner,
at a point low enough to touch the ground,
we caught glance of another.

We could point at it and shame it for it's color,
it's chipped paint and leaning axel.

What a ridiculous looking roller coaster,
those poor people, we thought from our pedestal,
They look so unhappy.
Written by
Amy
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