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All the dawns of all the morns Swing back the seaweed’s draft, Brings to me the octopus, hid deep From spear’s cruel laugh.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Date: 8/22/2016 5:54:00 AM
Well deserving of a comment...Nicely done! My very best regards, Peter. :) john 7+
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