My futuristic sixth grade prose poetry

barefoot spacewalk

I smiled and you pretended to be cool

The sun-drenched road

It was just the young temperature

It was warm and comfortable

It woke up the trees in the downtown area

I took a breath of pure oxygen and floated

I practiced my flying angle under the blue background

I kept my attitude

My future style was up to me. The map

opened the staff

is my graffiti note

I found my happiness

Freedom, equality and fraternity

My retro innovative performance

My talent

woke up the trees in the downtown area

took a breath of pure oxygen and floated

I practiced my flying angle under the blue background

Keep my attitude. Electric you accompany me to speed up

running in our territory

writing a record with sweat

Today I am the cover figure

The Milky Way is like a map in the sky

Let me take every step bravely

My future is up to me

I am fully involved in every movement

You accompany me to speed up without interruption

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