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Dec 2014
He wandered beneath the clouds
he looked up and saw black.
A storms coming. He said.


He Saw a large object.
When he finally came to it
he realised it was an ants shadow.


He threw his sharp stick
like a bolt of lightning.
Narrowly missing,
the kangaroo.
James Tee
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James Tee  Australia
(Australia)   
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