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Apr 2010
From the top of the hill I can see
How the road drips tar
Down the path of least resistance.
What sort of fish would keep
This dark river as their home?
Foul creatures, filled with teeth,
Gnashing at their prey.
I bet I would make a tasty treat for them.
All I have to do is dive in.
Written by
Jamie Dunlap
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     ---, Loewen S Graves, abcdefg and D Conors
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