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THE STORM

The waves were breaking on the

rocks,

The wind was howling near,

And all the ships were safe at

dock$,

Or tied up to the pier.

Dead fish were wasned up on

the shore, ,

And bits of driftwood, too.

I hope and pray that nothing

more

Will come. And so does Sue.

It's good to smell the fresTi sea

air,

And walk upon the sand,

And think of fun, without a

care

Or worrv. near at hand.

-Original poem bv JUDITH LEWIS (14), 2H2 Murrumbeena rd., Murrumbeena.

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