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By Anonymous

   Beach Day

Clouds puffed up
like roosters.

A swirl of jet smoke
in the azurean
blue

Green liquid
lapping

Just beaching
and nothing on mind's horizon.

My feet walk away with my mind,
Another life calls to me.

by A. K., Marshfield, MA



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