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[sid] => 184474
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Look out Below
[time] => 2017-09-05 17:59:29
[hometext] => They say he never saw it coming.
[bodytext] => The dead man’s name they learned was Morris; Hikers found him in a forest. In flippers and full wetsuit gear; A mask, a snorkel, and a spear. Every single bone was broken; But a wetsuit—was he joking? For Morris had been soundly smacked; Crushed to death by fierce impact. They found him clearing brush away; From the wildfires there last May; No foot prints led to where he lie; As if he’d fallen from the sky. Into this clearing in the wood; At last Forensics understood. The fire had been extinguished by; Fire helicopters flying by; Dumping water from the ocean.. No one had the wildest notion; That below those azure waves; Morris chose to dive that day. He might have easily survived; Had he but marked his ocean dive. The headlines said he got his wish; Poor Morris made the bucket list. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 79 [topic] => 52 [informant] => softerware [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => goodbyepoetry )
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