OK i have 3 poems HP related and heres one of them

Quidditch

The winds in my face and it goes through my hair
Me and my firebolt soar through the air
I bolt towards the ground and reach for the snitch
But with a scream from the crowd and bat that goes swish
My team is doomed and I can only wish
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what do u think???? if u like it ill post the other 2
is it :down: or :up: or :unsure: