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 * __Excitement__ **
 * Brendan Smith**

On a warm spring dawn With and blooming sun A breeze like no other I can hear the wind howling past me as I roll down the hill The wind is like a wolf with an unfamiliar song to sing

The wind in my hair as it slams into my face As I slide down the hill No other sight of joy to awaken the race in me So easy to grip is the handle bar The hand le bar is as sticky to grip as glue

The thought as I am falling down the hill on two wheels and some metal work I am like a streaming flash of exotic white light Faster then the speed of lightning, zig, zag, rush In destruction on a two legged bike

Water and air combined so there’s a flush and wush of air On your face, to make yours eyes water An amazing sight to see, I am as eager to taste the victory as a wolf wanting to tear the flesh of a terrified animal I am like a wolf, with the bloodlust up on him

**__ Say, Can you say Spinosaurus? __**   Spinosaurus, A unique saurus Spine his way through Spine his way out Spinoausrus is a tank controlled by a neon pink bunny rabbit Stomp, stomp, smash, as he is on his way Marsh looking skin Eyes like a deer Four ferocious claws feet the size of a man A living giant of terror A wave is frozen on his back Bones in his body Bones in his spine Teeth in his mouth A Spinoausrus is a sailboat sailing around catching fish. “Man overboard!!” (When a animal will try attempt an attack) A crusher of terror but a loving friend A Spinoaurus is a wolf fifty times bigger and stronger carrying and viciously attacking in a sudden action Spine his way in   Spine his way out ** __Ms. Pine Tree__ ** Pine is a rhyme with extending arms of pointy details Tree is history, known through time “ The most wonderful time of the year” is pine tree Life grows on the mother of growth As she struggles on through the bouldering times The Pine tree‘s memories wither on through each other Pine tree pushes me up as I climb Fear has been no other to stand against Pine tree Rough edges of bark, The sweet comforting sign of hope in the deep fire of shifting memories drifts toward me as my nose digests it. Pine tree sings sweet songs as the wind howls through her branches The taste of crunchy pine needle as its scent devours through your nose The mountain of life brings with it pine tree as her self grows taller then the mountain itself. ** Eternity life gain runs through Pine tree  **