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    Im thinking of entering this poem into a competition. Any changes or suggestions?

    Deep down in the jungle Where uncertainty thrives. With the secounds that pass Comes the breath of the lives - Of the animals dreaming, Unconcious with sleep. And silence envelops, For there is none a peep. A trickling stream Bores an image of white. The cresent moon, Is signalling night...
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