Ode To Surfing |
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| Poem of the Month Alms for the Shore If I were to find a beach With not a soul around, I’d see how many footprints I could lay across the ground. And in that sand those prints would stay Until the tide washed them away. Twice a day Tide sweeps the shore, Collecting footprints, shells and more.
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