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To Survive!


Survival, survival, what do I do, to what do I bring?

Les Stroud would be a valuable asset to the fling!

Swinging from vines of a tree is not what you would see,

instead on the ground a lean to would be.

Les knows how to hunt, fish, start a fire and build a shelter as you can see,

he can also play a mean harmonica and sometimes makes water from his pee.

He would teach me to track and hunt and kill,

all according to my personal will.

He would teach me the tricks of his trade and how to survive in the mountains or by the sea,

he would tell me survival stories that would fascinate me.

He is like a Macgyver who can make ordinary items into tools,

Les would be my teacher and the island would be my hands on school!

 

 

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