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Ride Twice
As a child, racing past the height post
eager to ride the roller coaster
there were those who'd jostle in the queue
to sit at the very front
with an uninterrupted view of what was coming
no obstruction to the beauty
of the madness
afforded by that ride
to see it all and see it first
filling up their eyes
And there were those of us who’d choose the back seats
secretly knowing that was ...
Thursday 12th December 2019 10:22 am
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