Time: 9:20 pm
Marc: Mes amis I have to write le poem and send it in for tomorrow morning!
AP: Alright team poem session!
Others: LETS DO IT!
The Road Ahead
The desert sun burning my skin.
Open roads with clean fresh air.
The grinding hill,
Eroding away at my will.
Enduring pain with my comrads, my kin.
We crest the peak with no time to spare.
The cactai strong and true, my faithful fans
They feel my pain, they know my plan
Frustration, suffering, reward,
Finish 9:29 pm