The Poem
The rocky cliffs are smashed by thr hurricane force waves.
Slowly yet steadily they eroded away.
Then it dies down,
It is calm and peaceful.
Look it is a rock pool,
Inside is a crab scuttling away.
And over there we can go snorkelling,
What do I see colourful little annemonie.
There it goes,
What is it? you ask,
It turns out to be my poem floating away.
I wish it sank and disappered before I swim after it.
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