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Waves of Difference

January 21, 2009
By Anonymous

BIG, little
Soft, Loud
They crash, they spray
They bow to the crowd

They’re easily irritated
With changing tides
They tower above men
White tears they cry

They then lower their voices
Their tantrum has ceased
God had decided
To silence the Beast

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over my feet
tickling my toes
they rush up to greet me
hollering hellos

one at a time
to me they roll
but still they are all
Part of a whole

They’re ever changing
Angry to serene
But these TALL blue mountains
Are still my favorite scene



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