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The Trampoline

Am going to live my life again And go places with my new found friend I am going to live my life again and get a taste of paradise on earth And crawl on my belly out of the dirt I had a strange dream of how I was practicing on the trampoline I keep bouncing higher and higher With my body in shape And my figure all over the place I felt relax and fine and held close to the divine I completed all the stages in perfect timing And had some prestigious landing, I couldn’t believe that I was doing such thing, anchoring in mid- air and touching my toes with grandeur Gravity kept me in line and the miracle was divine I got lost in a space unknown and met with the invisible sitting on the throne and for a split second, I saw the light before me and the darkness faded behind me, I open my eyes to see if I was still alive And I heard the boisterous crowd screaming and shouting with cheers, I was still standing in position with the miracle holding in my hand, And I was still here, the screams and shouts got louder And I finally crossed over neatly and the speed at which I moved clock the time that no one could improve My body was accurate and neat and the music made my movement complete I can see the distance that I walk I measure the circle and the square And reach for the star floating in the air The oval was complete and the gold was dangling underneath my feet and the three dimensional shape that my body make cause the entire stadium to shake I find found an electrifying form that no one could imitate and the trampoline improve my shape and gave me a brand new form to compete while glory awaits me on the other side and nothing could stop me.

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