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Survival
I stand on the edge of a cliff,
High above the water that assaults the rocks below.
I overlook the stormy sea.
Lightning cracks across the sky,
A horrendous sound.
Neptune huffs, he puffs,
He tries to knock me down,
He hopes to cause me to slip on the damp ground.
I hear it coming for me.
Its roar could intimidate a lion.
I see it coming for me,
A blue wave as high...
Saturday 24th September 2016 1:55 am
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