My sister wrote a great little poem about our adventure on the Singapore Flyer. I can't find the original copy, but it went something like this:
on the Singapore Flyer
nearly touching the sky
slowly going up and around
around and back down
I feel so happy I could die
as the end of the ride draws near
Grandmom is full of fear
and my sister is queasy
as we end our stay
they both say
"That was easy"
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