The Feeling of Falling

It was the feelingest feeling he ever did feel,

falling through emptiness, it couldn't be real.

Dave was accustomed to life underground, 

With a roof overhead, and walls all around.

But it really was real, bizarre as it seemed,

Like nothing in the world he had ever dreamed.

He saw the ground, zooming closer and closer

His idea of impact getting grosser and grosser.

And just when he was really starting to panic

He remembered one thing that could make him less frantic.

Of course, the magic ring! In his pocket, just sitting,

waiting for him to beg it to do his bidding.

The End

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