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Waves

June 15, 2015
By Anonymous

Waves


The sand drowns again,
As the rolling waves wash ashore.
The man with a clock for a face
Rarely stops walking.

The sand drowns again,
The man comes to a halt
To pick up a memorable shell,
And slips it into his bottomless pocket.

The sand drowns again,
The man collects every shell he can on his walk,
Leaving nothing but footprints
Behind him in the sand.

And when the man reaches the end of his beach,
All he has to prove his worth
Are the priceless shells in his pocket.
The sand drowns again.



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