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[sid] => 81558
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Through the City
[time] => 2005-01-26 11:00:08
[hometext] => **this isn't a true story or anything...just an example of narrative poetry**
[bodytext] => We drove through city, through snow and though sleet Speeding faster and faster, we had a deadline to meet We knew it was dangerous, we knew it was wrong But if we’d gone slower, it would have taken too long Without even looking, we drove through the red light, We were too worried to care, it was almost midnight We gawked in anticipation as our car sped ahead There were eight of us in total, the Jeep in front of us lead I looked out my window, watching everything go by We were all thinking the same, but none of us would cry We would do anything to make it across town in time That includes driving through this muck and grime Our friends in the other car made a sharp right We swerved and we lost them, they were out of sight Our Jetta continued to spin round and round Until we hit a ditch and stopped, our car was snowbound For the very first time I thought I would weep Until we heared a horn, “beep, beep, beep!” We jumped out of the Jetta and hiked up the hill Our friends had come back for us and were sitting there still All of us crammed into their Jeep without word The tires spinning as we lept forward was the only thing heard Our car problems had stalled us and we were going to be late We just wanted to get there, not one of us could wait The Jeep reached one-ninety, the fastest it would go But sitting there waiting made it feel so slow We were starting to get close and the tension grew What would we find when arrived? None of us knew I sat squished in the middle, trying not to think But whenever I saw the time, my heart began to sink The tires rolled up the driveway, with a quick jolt they stopped Trying to get out we fought, jumped and dropped My mom came down the stairs and she opened the door We rushed in the house, completely drenching the floor I stopped in my tracks and no matter what anyone said I knew it was over, my goldfish was dead [comments] => 1 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 7 [informant] => unbreakable [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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