Water
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Megan Dawtrey, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2015
You wouldn't last three days without me
You've surfed my barrels
And you've felt my perils
I've given you showers
To help your flowers
And in return you poison me
But I promise I can make you flee
You use me everyday
And you reuse me everyday
So if you need me so much
Then why hurt me with your soft touch
I'm in the mountains
In the trees
In the clouds
And In the sea breeze
I am water