Almost Lunch
Quicksand
Oh, man
Hold hope
Need rope
Loud yell
Tear fell
Not heard
Absurd
Swim out
I doubt
Loud roar
I swore
Bad bunch
I’m lunch
Just then
Came friend
He grinned
Chagrined
He laughed
Held staff
Pulled out
Rude lout
He mugged
I slugged
Amends
Still friends
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