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The Fire Burns
Poems
Sep 2016
Great Whites Lunch
Into the depths she glides
Natures killing machine
Muscles and teeth
The great white
Looks up at the surface
Waiting, waiting
For a seal to silhouette
In the sun
Suddenly with a thrusting tail
Heads to the surface like a torpedo
Collision course
Seal impact
Teeth gnash
Blood runs
Lunch is served
The Fish is Fishing on this one
#fishing
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The Fire Burns
M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)
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