June 15, 2011
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A strong and graceful pull,
It takes you in until your lungs are full.

A quiet thunder, sends a shudder,
All on through.

It makes you scared but you relax,
And let its arms sweep you fast.

The rush is over, you can hardly breathe,
So you crawl away from the beast, turn around and leave.

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