Dad Poem
1.Sitting on the couch, gazing out the large front window of the house, I see exhaust twirling like a tornado 2. rising towards the sky. BANG. My muscles instantly started twitching and my body is shaking as it 3.startled me when the door was slammed shut.4. The stench of oil is flowing through the house like a rapidly, running river. My father is home. My heart 5.is thumping as if it is going to jump out of my chest at any moment as I am running to meet him. Blood is 6.just pumping through my body, as I am just a little excited to see him. . . .
bed set is awaiting me, as it is time for me to sleep. Years have past and I have grown, 25. The clock is tick tocking tremendously. Almost ready to collapse, I extend my 9. My bright red shirt now has big black stains on it. Suddenly I hear a soft voice coming from the kitchen.
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