Treasure Island

Aric Beers


Bim Bam Boom


Jumpy, jittery, bouncing in joy
Happy as a kid with a new toy
Laughing, leaping, smiling so wide
As this joy just can't hide
Flying and gliding and feeling so good
Just the way we all know we should
Singing, soaring, starting to fly
I'm so happy and I don't know why

Submitted: Saturday, August 17, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 20, 2013

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  • Bri Edwards (9/16/2013 6:14:00 PM)

    i was drawn to the title, enjoyed the lift of it, enjoyed the rhyming. might i suggest you stop taking those hallucinogens? thanks for sharing. my only complaint is that you used flying/fly twice. :) (Report) Reply

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