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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