Riding The Scree
Struggling down the slope,
There's not much hope.
I begin to try to ride the scree
but the rocks are tumbling all around me.
If I want John alive,
I've got to ditch my fear - take a dive
While I've still got my drive to survive.
Evel Knievel you got nothing on me.
Here I go!
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