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 The Roaming Poet is your average, ordinary human. TRP is a body & soul living the human experience just as you and the rest of the almost 8,000,000,000 people on this planet are. There is nothing any more or less unique about The Poet than the next person. There is no supposed talent or skill trying to be gloated here. What this site is for is for personal work to be shared with humanity in hopes that it can provide something for someone else that finds it. Afterall,  

beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

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The Coaster

Thrill-seeking nerves Determined the risks Convinced to climb Choice is made I'm standing in the line Just pacing in my mind Racing all the time Waiting for the climb The line moves closer and closer Just passed the height required poster I've crossed the prior boxes Now pay for my admission Ticket in hand I go Next stop is the one I know Step up to my spot I sit and here's my shot Click click click It jerks with every inch But forward on it goes I'm moving on the ride My breath is heavy but steady I know that I am ready It's rising slowly up The work is almost here And just as the height is near I can feel it's so unclear The max is out of reach Farther than the ground line Here the cart has stalled And all before the crawl Was it all for nothing I'm sitting here on this track Asking not to go back but up Will this ride ever complete Or will I never reach the feat Stuck. Stuck?
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