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On the Ocean’s Edge
Follow me down
To the cold oceans playground
Where children dance and frolic
At building sandcastle dreams
That the sea will sluice away
Beginning its concerto
From the driftwood surfing waves
Over the metronome melody
Of the gilded Herring Gull
And the rhythmic percussion
From the smoothed rolling pebbles
The symphony consumes
Softly hanging in the Atlantic winds
Just cresting over the song of dawn
The strings of the Willow reverberating
In concert with the viola of first light…
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