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The Lifeguard


To spend my days sitting in a chair
Some would argue that isn't fair
For they slave away at work
Thinking of all the responsibilities I shirk
Though there is a secret that is well kept:
Lifeguards have a great responsibility they must accept.
To save a life some would think quite grim
For a moment ago they were out for a swim.
To die in the water is my greatest fear
So I took it upon myself to make it clear
That no one shall slip below the watery blue
For I, The Lifeguard, am watching you.

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