Written 20 April 2026 for Bite Size no. 141 Poetry Contest sponsored by Line Gauthier
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The ebb and flow, a ceaseless art, That shapes our voyage, plays its part, We catch the surge, a fleeting gleam, Or drift along a silent dream, Providence grand, beyond our hold, A story age old, to unfold.
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