Poem #1

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There was a boy who laid in bed,

He had all these thoughts in his head, 

Outside the river flowed,

Black like a gravel road.

Out in the night,

Cold and out of sight.

The bridge began to shake,

Feeling like an earthquake.

He tried to run,

But that would ruin the fun.

He fell in, 

Where his life met an end.

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