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<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Rueben reunion<\/b><\/p>\n
Camp was camp.
\nAs you\u2019d expect.
\nYou know I didn\u2019t want to go
\nbut mum insisted.
\nCharacter building, she said.
\nMake new friends, she said.
\nBe lots of fun, she said.
\n1 out 3 isn\u2019t bad I guess.
\nSurviving an apocalypse
\ndoes build character.
\nEven if there\u2019s gotta be
\nEeasier ways<\/p>\n
But, new friends, no. When the Pulse came. After a few days with no news I was never worried, never doubted <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Rueben reunion Camp was camp. As you\u2019d expect. You know I didn\u2019t want to go but mum insisted. Character building, she said. Make new friends, she said. Be lots of fun, she said. 1 out 3 isn\u2019t bad I guess. Surviving an apocalypse does…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":360,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-74603","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74603","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/360"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=74603"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74603\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":74636,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74603\/revisions\/74636"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=74603"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=74603"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=74603"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/span>Fun times times, no
\nSpent the first three days
\nsitting on the bottom
\nof the deep end of the pool
\npractising for the world
\nFreediving Championships<\/p>\n
\nthere were, as you\u2019d expect
\nat Aquatic Camp, plenty of kids
\n<\/span>underwater as well as coaches
\nso our survival rate was high
\nBut kids soon started getting sick
\nThose that were standing up
\n<\/span>at the time
\nor on top of the water. Those deep,
\n<\/span>Like me. Made it.<\/p>\n
\nNo parents coming to collect.
\n<\/span>The coaches decided we should
\nAll go somewhere safer.
\nThough they never told me where
\nOr what that safe place was.
\nThey begged me to come with them.
\nI refused.
\nThey ordered me to come with them
\nI. Refused.
\nThey dragged me off with them.
\n<\/span>I had no choice.
\nBut I soon escaped & came back here
\nCos I knew this is where we\u2019d meet<\/p>\n
\nI knew you were going to find me\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n