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Rescue


Crash, Bang, Scrape All sounds I was hearing Help, Throw it, Hurry… Please! All words I was hearing A small boat powerless Mother earth giving it all she had Grabbing the frail boat With her mighty crashing hands A mighty toss connected the two Like a big brother I pulled them from danger Like a father The Coast Guard took the youngest Thanked the oldest Leaving him with satisfaction The young brother forever thankful
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