Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Reuben's Olympic Poem


I felt the heavy metal in my hands
 as I pranced. I feel the heat on my
 face. I spied on
the world that represents
  the best
 of the best of athletes.
 I lit the Cauldron.
I freaked out because
 millions of
 people were
 watching
 me live on
 television.

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