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Mar 2015
Climbing down
the glacial chute,
I expected Terradactyls
at any moment
looking for supper
& I prayed for deliverance.
Surely, I'd be easy pickings,
for I was no match
with my blue ankle
and sticks and stones.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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