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Tatum's Twisted Terrifying Tales
Before you celebrate, look up!

"Don't Count Your Eggs!"

I was stuck on the edge
of a very steep ledge
staring down at my immanent fate,

when, appeared a wind gust
with a powerful thrust
that suspended the whole of my weight.

It then set me down
on a soft, grassy mound,
which averted a horrific ending.

Then, I sighed in relief
from the direful belief
that my carnage was no longer pending.

With this narrow escape
from the terrible scrape
I would celebrate life's many splendors,

looking back at the kisses
I got from near-misses
that would have been certain life-enders!

As I lay on the ground,
I looked up at the sound
of a beast swooping down at great speed,

and the last thing I saw?
a huge, ravenous maw,
that was bent on on devouring me!








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