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[title] => Time Traveler’s Adventures #11
[time] => 2012-03-07 03:38:41
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[bodytext] =>  I looked at Mars with binoculars As it was closest to the moon. The sky was bright from moon beams But Mars bore a bright red hue. I took my time at looking up Until my neck was sore at last. Then I started to get dizzy And fell to the ground quite fast. I had been sitting in my time machine As I had garaged it for some time. I brought it out to polish it To display it to a friend of mine. Imagine how startled I became When I saw a parted sea. And a man standing in the middle Who was awfully close to me. I heard others shout “hey Moses Can we help you lift your arms?” And he shouted right back to them “Save yourself and keep from harm.” I heard some chariots thunder. Ten thousand soldiers made a roar. The sounds of spears clicking shields Mingling loudly at the water’s shores. I thought “hey get me out of here.” For I knew what would happen next. I loved to hear the story. But to live it would be a test. The waters tumbled right toward me When the soldiers were down inside. But I re-buckled my seatbelt Hoping for a saving ride. There was sweat still on my forehead. And I was looking once more at Mars. Nary a drop of Red Sea water Dampened me beneath the stars. My friend arrived to see my machine But I said “let's go inside.” “Have I got a story to tell you. Too bad you missed this ride.” [comments] => 2 [counter] => 59 [topic] => 31 [informant] => robert_edgar_burns [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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