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What toss and turn of tide sculpted this sand, Arranging random swirls to rows of ribs, Causing chaos to create symmetry? And wherefrom came the rules for this strange play Dancing all day and night to lip-lap tune As global pond respond to lunar lift. Order from disorder. Can this be true? Seems like we are getting summat from nowt. The primeval plan works to secret rules. What nonsense is all this I hear you say? What toss and turn of tide sculpted this sand?

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