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THE BOAT ROCKED STEADILY ON THE CALM WATERS.

SLOWLY, GREY CLOUDS ROLLED IN AND YET,

THE BOAT REMAINED.

SOON, IT WAS THUNDERING,
LIGHTNING,
STORMING;
IT WAS A COMPLETE MAELSTROM.

SHORTLY AFTER, THE BOAT
crashed.

THE ROCK'S PIERCING TIPS PENETRATED ITS WEAK ARMOUR.

RAIN POURED, MOURNING FOR SUCH LOSS.

THE BOAT
crashed.

ITS BLEEDING BODY THRASHED
FROM SIDE
TO
SIDE.

THE BOAT
crashed.

AND FINALLY,
IT SANK.

IT SANK TO ITS WATERY DEMISE
AND
SANK IN SEVERAL PIECES.

ew, this is bad. im so sorry it's taken nearly a month to update such a crap poem. ive been busy and stressed with school and swim.

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