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Poems Straight From Imagination Jon M

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#1 - You Don't Know Till it’s Too Late - http://vocaroo.com/i/s199HU9rP2Hu Walking behind you Always watching Creeping in the shadows Watching from the trees Zipping in the corner of your eyes You don't know till it's too late Like a ghost, he's gone Lurking in the darkness You're sprinting through the woods Never stopping to peek behind you Is he over here? Or is he over there? You don't know till it's too late You stop to catch your breath You fear that he's behind you You hope that he's gone No sounds come from the woods Not even the slight peep from a bird Or a slight creek from a tree You don't know till it's too late He appears in front of you Slowly walking through the forest No sounds anywhere but the pounding of your own heart You turn around and try to run Your legs feel ten pounds heavier Your flashlight becomes dimmer and dimmer You don't know till it's too late Stumbling through the forest Crashing into trees


Not knowing where he is All you see is darkness You don't know till it's too late You don't know if you'll ever get out Or if you even can What you're running from, nobody knows What does he want? Why is he chancing you? You don't know till it's too late Always watching, no eyes Creeping slowly Don't look behind you You don't know till it's too late

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#2 – Defuse - http://vocaroo.com/i/s1JlRgfK18Dj Walking down the path Partner's behind me Racing to get to the spot

Gunshots around us Smoke starts to surround us As we approach the shot The walls are on fire My legs start to tire As the room starts to feel very hot The enemy is spotted And my radar is dotted With movement in every plot Running into battle My gun starts to rattle With every single shot The bomb has been planted We heard what the people chanted For we let them sneak into our blind spot I run to defuse it As the time ticks down And a person creeps into my view My partner takes him out But we here some more men shout As the beeping sound becomes more and more booming It becomes faster and faster If it blows, it will be a disaster As I start to get resuming I cut the last wire Right as I start to tire


And all it does is start fuming

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#3 - 9 minutes 30 seconds - http://vocaroo.com/i/s10dKBiaPxHd The timer starts The clock ticks down Whatever you want to say The game has begun Let’s start the fun We start to play the game 9 minutes and 30 seconds How long the match ends 9 minutes and 30 seconds for the tides to bend Five seconds go by Then ten Then twenty Faster and faster I start to rack up money 8 minutes and 45 seconds The timer computes 8 minutes and 30 seconds The speakers go mute A spy sneaks up behind me A soldier in front The timer ticks down as my bat becomes blunt 5 minutes left Then 3 Then 2 The final minute has come For us to either win or loose 45 seconds the speakers blare Your final point is being captured The announcer then snares The timer clicks down 10


9 8 7 6 5 My heart is pounding 4 3 2 The timer is rounding My computer crashes No thought on win or loose Next round I will beat them No matter the cost Just maybe I should free up some space before I play another round.

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