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Stacey Connor Poem
The tide crashed more and more,
Wave after wave flew up the shore,
Fisher men where blind by the seas robust mist,
Trying to avaid the seas harsh fist,
Lightning bright and thunder so loud,
All hidden behind the giant clouds,
The sea protests to take his final breath,
As the sailors plumet to their deaths,
As the gail force 9 reached its crown,
The boisterous waves came souring down,
Weather men warn do not dare,
For you dont know what could happen out there.
Copyright © Stacey Connor | Year Posted 2015
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