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It's you
Your sure fire
absolute certainty of journey
route, sustenance, kit,
plans, patterns, foresight,
well thought through reports,
talks on survival skills;
led an expedition into a pit.
Your only hope is,
whilst executing your ideas,
they kept a little something back
to save themselves.
They scramble for air
in hope that there are safer paths.
You sit ...
Sunday 16th July 2017 8:31 am
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