Yet again today in class, we were told to write for 10 minutes straight. Here is my work. I haven't even read it yet, so this is fresh from my head.
Electric High
When one plays FFR,
They experience a psychedelic thing.
Like driving around in your first car,
You tend to feel like a king.
This game all can play,
Play night or day
Until your fingers feel quite the sting.
It begins at quite a slow pace;
Only few arrows at a time.
But then your mind begins to race,
The rush is just sublime.
You rise among the ranks,
Your fingers strong like tanks,
The matching of note, rhythm and rhyme.
The feeling seems to never end,
As you should soon find out.
You've set yourself a trend,
An addiction, no doubt.
As this power you feel flows through,
Your fingers an electric blue
And you're high, soaring the sky all about.
When one plays FFR,
They experience a psychedelic thing.
Like driving around in your first car,
You tend to feel like a king.
This game all can play,
Play night or day
Until your fingers feel quite the sting.
It begins at quite a slow pace;
Only few arrows at a time.
But then your mind begins to race,
The rush is just sublime.
You rise among the ranks,
Your fingers strong like tanks,
The matching of note, rhythm and rhyme.
The feeling seems to never end,
As you should soon find out.
You've set yourself a trend,
An addiction, no doubt.
As this power you feel flows through,
Your fingers an electric blue
And you're high, soaring the sky all about.
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