Fifty Fifty Prediction
Fifty foot waves cradled the old wooden boat
A doomed speck held on ocean gale breath
About to become splinters at any moment
Hurricane forces understand fragility
A chance for destruction is an option
Two bearded men tumble about on deck
Exchange stories about death
While going over board
Fishing expeditions are unpredictable
Meteorologists called for a fifty percent chance of rain
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