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Oct 2018
harbor-gray sandpipers
bow
their
soft heads
down
and
plant
their
tiny feet
upon the
wet beach sand
scurry
along the
crisp shoreline
to
greet
the
joy and bliss of
the
tides and the waves
Written by
Stu Harley
222
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