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Deep End

Grasp hold of the ladder - look out!  Loose rung.
Raining hard.  Have to hold on - terrified.
Ever so slowly, shaking still ....
Attacked at old empty Armadale swimming pool.  Thrown in, hit my head.
Took my money, made off fast.  I got up, groggy.

Everything extremely dark down deep end of pool.
Stupid sod I am - should have brought my mobile.
Can't call Crimestoppers!  Keep climbing, Conway.
Another rusted ruddy rung.
Proved I'm no Steve McQueen, anyway.
Eureka!  Emerging entirely exhausted - exit eastwards.


1/9/20
"Great Escape"
John Hamilton

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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Date: 1/9/2020 6:22:00 PM
G'day Beth … I guess we've all been in the deep end at time, but in a different situation to you - thank you Beth - Lindsay
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Beth Evans
Date: 1/9/2020 6:55:00 PM
Thanks, Lindsay - the poem is not autobiographical!
Date: 1/8/2020 8:31:00 PM
oh, my, not a perfect day, I'd also would worry of lighting on that ladder :) enjoyed reading Good luck
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Beth Evans
Date: 1/9/2020 3:22:00 AM
Thanks, Eve, it will probably sink without trace!