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8 March, 01:12

I stepped from plank to plank

So slow and cautiously;

The stars about my head I felt,

About my feet the sea.

I knew not but the next

Would be my final inch,

This gave me that precarious gait

Some call experience

What is the theme of this poem?

a. You should be careful when walking on a pier.

C.

It takes experience to know which way to

walk.

none of the above

d.

b. Experience is gained through persevering, even

under dangerous circumstances.