A screaming baby hanging by the rock,
Amidst the splashing turbulence of angry waves,
I am running downhill to rescue the child,
Over slippery stones with my shaken nerves,
Time is ticking, ticking fast, between me and the scream,
I wipe my glasses to clear the mist,
to see where screaming baby lies!
Between the rock at the very edge,
It’s shirt held...
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