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a poem about the exclamation point

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A shooting star falling

Down to the earth.

Such strong feelings

It gives.

It screams out to us

With a loud volume

Sometimes quickly fading away

Into dust

As it burns

In the atmosphere.

But if strong enough,

It surprises us

Leaving its mark on

The land.

The factorial operation,

The mark of admiration,

The eye that is pierced by a sharp needle,

A warning

That marks the end of the road.