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JUST LIKE THE BIRD THAT RUNS ALONG...CXII

JUST LIKE THE BIRD THAT RUNS ALONG
THE TOO DESERTED SANDS OF TIME
& SELDOM STOPS TO SING ITS SONG
TRACED INTO PATTERS LIKE A RIMEAlong the beaches of his Day
walks Man (ever failing to understand
why, flawed, waves wash away
his footsteps) perfect on the sand!

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