Poetry Throwback: The Final Battle
I could hardly sleep last night my mind just kept on racing my body wouldn't give up the fight my feet continued pacing. All day long I've been on edge nearly jumping from my skin everything learned escapes my head can't lose my cheesy grin. The waiting makes me more impatient i express everything ecstatically it just seems so dang important we race through the door emphatically. Filling our shaking tummies with junk we finally get a moment to breathe just 2 more hours left of spunk only the screen will fulfill the need. Who will die and who will live what darkness lies ahead? what more does Lucas have to give? still hanging by a thread. So many fans just as anxious the cheering never ceases the last call is finally upon us no more missing pieces. 5.19.2005