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Mad Man's Shore Line
larrylark

It's the oblique sea, driven by fierce wind,
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that rarely blows from the north east.
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Hardly a beast but it wrecked my plans.
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Those grains of sand counted on now misplaced.
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I scurry among breaking waves,
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frantic, gesturing the way they should go.
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Tomorrow they'll flow the right way,
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but i'll be home with my box of sand,
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a botched job with many imposters.
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Those that escaped will barely shift,
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sifting themselves through a mill pond sea.
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Future castles, faithless grains,
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waiting for their glory on summer days to come.
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23 Nov 18

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Larry  almost a 1000 Lark
 — Rossant

Jesus Rossant I'm old but i aint that old.

Larry young well hung and always has a song to be sung. Lark
 — larrylark

faithless grains, I love that!
 — aforbing

Hio aforbing

I always try to go against the grain and there's a lot of it to go against.

Larry rough waters lark
 — larrylark

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