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Oct 2011
The sea stood up a giant tide

And turned towards man’s joy and pride

Now see the buildings lifted ride

And over fields and bridges glide

The few who watched from hilltops cried

The works of man are swept aside

And there is nowhere left to hide

For on this day man’s ego died
Written by
tricia lambert
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   Bron Kozakiewicz
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