Knots, figure of 8 and bow line knots.

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My voki

my rain poem

Rain splashes on the roof

And you begin to get really bored

In side your trapped from the rain

Now you want it to stop

Died A long time ago

I hate them

No one wants to get eaten by them

Of course they eat meat

So Im happy they don't exist

Always running

Understand them

Running away from them

So big