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• Jack Ray, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2013

Chilling at home
Checking the seas,
I'm on the pc
And all that I can hear Google then onto Sea breeze.

The waves are big,
and the wind is right too.

Ring up the boys ,
Boards under our arms
Lets hit up decoys,
There's something about waves it must be its charm.

Here comes a set,
I'm on the inside
I get up with no regret,
I pull in to a shack, wow its wide

I make it to shore,
All I can hear is the sound of the crowds roar.