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Fall
The wild wind rushing
Bubbleing, tickling gut
My hair whipping
And cloths clinging.
9.8 meters faster
By the second
I go splat.
Bubbleing, tickling gut
My hair whipping
And cloths clinging.
9.8 meters faster
By the second
I go splat.
Published 1st Jul 2013
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