No Fear
His red hair flames bright beneath the sun.
The frail lad blushes of heat,
He dips his big toe into the lake.
Cold soothes his small frame.
Cool wetness soaks his pores,
He jumps in.
Can he swim?
No fear is a frightening habit.
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