Laying on the bed dreaming about Rome.
A single spark gave way to fire,
Great black hands climbed even higher.
The house reclaimed only after.
At the door is a lawman.
Your brother has died,
So long had I cried.
Though we didn't have much in common.
Floating very peacefully on a lake,
Balancing as not to purposely shake.
In a sludge did I cast,
No bigger caught in the past.
After it caught had I started to quake.
Green with envy like the frog kermit,
Freinds said do it or you'll become a hermit.
A hush filled the room, taking a test,
First to complete befor the rest.
Can't believe I finally caught my permit.
Out of my thick camo I peer,
Waiting ever for my fisrt bow deer.
It comes on a breeze,
The distance is a sneeze.
As curtians close, in my head sounds a cheer.
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