"The Art Of The Jungle"
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Deep into the jungle.
They're all on the run.
From the enemy that awaits.
To make a rapid plunge.
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They'll leave a trail for miles
Of their scent not far behind.
They'll nestle down into the grass.
Among the twigs and vines.
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Now waiting; not far behind.
The enemy silantly lurks.
He jumps his hiding prey.
With one quick sudden jerk.
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All they'll leave behind.
Is the scent of their bloody kill.
It's the art of the jungle.
And survival is it's will.
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Now they've mastered the art.
In the jungle; it's no mystery.
It's kill or be killed.
All down through H-i-s-t-o-r-y.
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Oh how sad it is.
For life to be this way.
They call it "Survival Of The Fittest".
In the Jungle; it's a way of life from day to day.
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Sandra Winright
April 14, 2009
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