Toes kiss the edge of the board, ready set dive
When my face hits the water, will it be warm or frozen?
One poem per day, is the challenge I've chosen
They may not all rhyme, some will surely be prattle
But MC Quantity disses DJ Quality in this lyrical battle
A daily struggle to create more, more, more
But after this line, only three hundred and sixty four
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