Group Poem 1

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Sweet Smell of Death

He enters the clearing,

To hear the sounds he had been hearing

Pouring rain

Wil soon cause him great pain

The sound of thunder

Causes him great blunder

The great green Gecko trees

Were near as he fell to his knees

The smell of burnt hair

Was soaking the air

The lightning still strikes fear

As it took away the life he held dear

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