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- Poetry > SonnetOn top of the cliff, a flash of black and white, A trail of icy mist lies in its wake. It hurtles o'er the edge and out of sight, A penguin's life and much more is at stake. For this li'l penguin had the thought in his head, The flippers by his side were really wings. The thought ne'er cros...