The Cruise
Written: September 08, 2023
Bite Size Poem No71 Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
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On distant coasts, oceans often rise and flood.
Every wave abides by the route of the prior one.
Squat idle loops on sere soil of whale crimson blood
Every strenuous stride is brisk and deftly done,
A foggy crawl on a dreary, windswept cruise crud.
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