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Early childhood footsteps found
On cliffs at sunset time,
Near rolling waves that spray and pound
At the end of foaming gold.
Resting in a rocky chair
While flights are heading Northerly,
I smell the ocean in the air
And watch the surging sea.
The wind it blows into my face
While gulls their courses take,
Calming as the stars appear
And people wishes make.
Copyright © Wm Paul | Year Posted 2014
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