At the Banks of the Lake

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At the banks of the lake
On a gray hazy day
When the cat tails sway;

A sniper then sat
And infered that
I was his prey;

With keen eye and ear
Made in a year,
He steadied his aim;

But as a frog,
I jumped in the bog,
Free of war games





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