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| Sea Prints |
| To one who has never been to sea, of the waves and their fine mercies, undulating between a quick step, never let the motion set. An horizon fine in sharp curves and peaks, Let the white gull dip and speak, As the sun hides behind a blue haze, and, yet, you must shelter your gaze. The fine cream of the breaking peaks, slices down in horizon streaks. Far do ocean merchants bear. Quick to surf-flung mermaids' stare. The green billows to blue plains, as dolphin signal the deep sames. There is enough to swallow whole, and lay an imprint on any soul. � 2000 DPMcClellan |
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