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A Minute poem about what I'd like to do. |
| My Special Trip I’d like to fly in outer space. I’d move with grace and visit Mars, or past the stars. My ship would fly at top warp speed. And it’s agreed that I would roam, and then head home. But as I look at stars at night, recall the sight, of what I love my trip above. This poem is done in the Minute poem style. It was created on April 3rd. |