Theres something I've never seen out there.
It's waiting just beyond the ridge.
I was told its a retention pond,
Full of nothing but crocodiles and algea.
I can hear the calls for mates at night,
I can even feel the misquitos bite.
But I refuse to believe,
And dont you damn well tell me,
That there's no point in figuring it out..
That's all that's out there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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