Quick's Dip
In a swirling sea of strangers
Through a rushing turning tide
Hanging ten and wondering when
This shivering will subside
On a shore of constant changes
Neath a sky of rumbling clouds
Did someone dip a chilly toe
Within these tumbling crowds
Come on in ‘tis worth the spin
To feel the crumbling shrouds
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