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A Passerby By The Cove

Dig, dig, dig, What a catchy phrase, It is a phase, When I gave time to pace, I untie my lace, Set time to race, I cut to the chase, To let my body move, The sand I shove, Grain by grain of quartz, As if I'm wearing a Swatch, I dampen my body, With out of reach, I am not a preacher, But I know I'm on siege, I'm not underage, I turn money into sage, I take my pledge, I make it to the center stage, But wait, I'm in a cage, I need to go to college, To turn a dime from a seawage.

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