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Friday, 24 October 2014

Woodend Camp

From my bunk room
I can see...
Mess wildly scattered everywhere,
People trying out the climbing wall,
And groups of giggling girls.

Riding down the Flying Fox I can feel...
Wind streaking through my hair,
My heart thumping like a drum,
And tiredness wash all over me.

Woodend Camp.

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