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THE JUNGLE
I often stand in awe of the
Jungle's vines and massive trees.
The sounds and sights are such
that one remembers vividly.
To hear the mighty roars of
wildlife and the Tiger goes.
Watching, lurking, crouching
animals do see man as foe.
The flora is amazing to explore.
What lies in wait, still adapts.
On the deep, dark Jungle floor
Is seen the natural order.
Michaela Warren 2011
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