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May 2011
Water crept up on the rocks
Soaking our already damp shoes
Seeping into our socks
we throw them off not much to lose
The water crashes onto our skin
Shocking them with a biting cold
And we can't help but grin
The warm air suffocating us
We take the plunge
And without a fuss
and soak it up like a sponge
The water so cold and clean
And warm laughter pierces the air
Its so serene
and we don't have a care.
Patrick McCombs
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Patrick McCombs  26/M
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