I was laying there in my misery
She sped up and she said to me
I will destroy you, your essence will be gone
I could decipher this was very wrong
I stopped the motion, I wanted to feel well
Instead I was given the Earth of hell
My request to be taken to another place
Was met with thee outline of the unwritten trace
I came into something instead of being sad
I drank this spritely juice, took away any mad
I fell asleep atop the ninth cloud
Tell me now, now does she feel proud?
5-9-09
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