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Nov 2012
From the cold into the light

from the dark into the heat

as we each in ebb and flow

watch times tide seethe at our feet

feel the shifting sands of times beach

drift beneath our souls feet.

We cannot anchor in this bay,

we dock here gently for our live's short stay.
Written by
Ewan Martin Quirk
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   Don Bouchard
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