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Ocean


The Ocean, always in motion, cold as it was as it hit my bare feet, cooling me off from the heat. as i go in, i begin to swim, this is better than going to hte gym. the water lifts me up and i begin to float, feeling as if i am a boat. bam! a wave hits m, pulling me under the sea. strong and powerful as it pulls me down, feeling as if i am about to drown. i see fish all around, coral and shells on the sandy ground. plop! the swells pulled me to the top. what an excitment, what a fright. this isnt a feeling that will be there just for the night.  (poems go here)

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