I was writing a poem
While cleaning my teleporting machine
A few moments later
I was next to a spacecraft’s engine
Three, two, one
I heard the dreaded countdown
A few moments later
I went flying out of town
The engine was burning hot
I was going to burst like a balloon
A few moments later
I found myself on Earth’s moon
Fellow astronauts were shocked
To see a stranger with a broom
A few moments later
I teleported back inside my room
The poem I was writing
I could not trace it anywhere
Wait a minute
Did I forget it up there?

What a fun story! 🙂
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Thanks.
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Nice work of words.👏👏👏👏👏
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Ahh, this one is so fun! I love it!
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Thanks.
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I really like this!
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Thanks.
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I absolutely love this. 😂
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Thank you.
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You didn’t forget it Frank … you just wrote it.😊. The one on the moon might come back as well,
miriam
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Ha-ha. Yeah, thanks.
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Your poem sounds dreamy sweet
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Thanks.
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Well, to answer your question yes, the poem you were writing is just up here. 😉
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Is it good?
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Of course the poem is excellent 👌👏
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Ah, thanks.
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This is amazing I love how you told a story using poetry. This is something I love doing. Have you tried writing loop poetry?
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Loop poetry? I must see that.
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Hmm, but as a consolation, did you bring back some moon dust with you? 🙂
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Nah. As a consolation, I learnt the moonwalk.
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How come? You were there just for moments only ! 😀😁😆
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Darn it!
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I know.
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One small sweep for man. One giant swipe for mankind.
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Ha-ha. Hilarious.
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Dream within a dream 😉
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Ha ha, that was a nice light entertainment. Thanks.
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Welcome.
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Poem: screaming, calling out your name. She is in the company of most weir people from the earth. ‘oh no no no no , don’t harm. I wanna go back home. To the diary, diary of my owner’ she beg them. They took her back as a sample of Alien invasion. Her home is now a testing box in a big blue lab.
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Lolz…!
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😂😂😂😂
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Poem : screaming
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Hahahahahahahaha that made me smile 🙂 x
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My job today is done.
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I love this! 😂
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Thank you.
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I absolutely hate when this happens.
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You too?
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