Yoohoo! I'm ready! Come and find me!
The sacks in the toolshed smell like the seaside.
You make yourself little in the salty dark,
Close your eyes tight and hope your feet aren't showing
Better not risk another call, they might be close.
Don't sneeze whatever happens. The floor is cold.
They're probably searching the bushes near the swing.
What's that? That sounds like them. They're coming in
Don't breathe or move. Still. Someone knocks a can.
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is this a poem?
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this is the pome/ essay
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whatever,but very nice
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