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Surfing The Dream
The waves
Were perfectly blue
With dots of
Surfers Across them
The reason why
Was the forty foot
Waves
I paddled out
To try them
The reef was The
Only problem
The waves ate
The surfers Along
With the bone crushing
Reef
I Duck under
a Wave And
Noticed No life
Had been moved from
Swirls of the waves
Then the perfect
Wave came
I paddled
paddled
Then I stood
I glided across
The wave
Yes it was great
Then the wave
Came down
down
One me
It shoved me into
The reef
Bam
My ribs felt
Like they were
Going to explode
I got sucked under
Unable to breath
I Hit my
Head on the reef
Then it was complete
Dark
Dark
Dark
Then i woke up
It was just a dream
I got up to go surf
Narrative poem
Chris was 13
He loved to
Scooter
Even though
He wasn't
The best
Yesterday
He tried to
Barspin off a
Curb
He hit his
Teeth on the
Bars
The noise sounded
Very painful
It sounded like
A branch snapping
He got up
With a funny expression
Chris was also
Holding His
Two
Teeth That had just
Popped out
Like the cork
To a bottle
The best part was
He wasnt even
Bleeding Because
The teeth came out
as fast as a jet
His face was still
In an upturned and
Puzzled expression
He looked like
He had eating
Forty sour patch kids
He darted into
His garage with
Enough speed
To go through the door
He yelled louder
Than ever and came out
A calm as possible
"That didn't hurt at all"
Then we all just laughed
At Chris
Chris was 13
He loved to
Scooter
Even though
He wasn't
The best
Yesterday
He tried to
Barspin off a
Curb
He hit his
Teeth on the
Bars
The noise sounded
Very painful
It sounded like
A branch snapping
He got up
With a funny expression
Chris was also
Holding His
Two
Teeth That had just
Popped out
Like the cork
To a bottle
The best part was
He wasnt even
Bleeding Because
The teeth came out
as fast as a jet
His face was still
In an upturned and
Puzzled expression
He looked like
He had eating
Forty sour patch kids
He darted into
His garage with
Enough speed
To go through the door
He yelled louder
Than ever and came out
A calm as possible
"That didn't hurt at all"
Then we all just laughed
At Chris
Ode
Ode to the Ocean
The Ocean
So Clear and
Blue, Blue
Like the sky
Its Waves
Are also perfectly
Clear and blue
They wash up
The Sand
Then go back
Back into the
Blue Ocean
Its beaches
Hold only a
Portion
Even though it
Is much
Larger with
much more Clear
Blue
Make public
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