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My Calling

by swrigh83

For the life of me I can hear the sea Calling, calling, calling. And for the life of me I'm trying, trying, trying But for fear of the death of me... I don't. Don't. Don't.
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A complete novice at poems, most of the time they're just going to be free-hand, probably. Or possibly the result of a 20 oz cup of coffee at midnight.

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