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2016

I've always dreamed of adventure, but now, I'm not so sure.

I grew up playing video games and playing pretend in the woods.

What I would've given to be Link with my own legendary quest.

But these are turbulent times.

Between my anxiety and the businessman-president and his blue-bird threats and the media, honestly, I'd rather curl up in a ball and stay inside my house forever.

But the truth is, no one ever caught a crocodile by hiding in their

house.

It takes real bravery.

And while I've got problems staring me down like I'm deadmeat,

I've got to be a crocodile hunter. I have to.

It's the only way to free the princess trapped inside.

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Written by
lifeasalyric
Oklahoma City
Published
Feb 23, 2021
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11·117
Notes

This poem aged well —ha! Guess I got my wish to stay indoors! I caused COVID-19, so feel free to cancel me, I guess!

This poem was written in 2016.

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