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Jan 2020
Ocean edge, how your moods do change.

Yesterday your tiny blue wavelets winked back at the early morning sun
And as they ran playfully up the beach I felt refreshed by your soft body enfolding mine.

Today though your long wrinkles of greeny blue make a sulky sound.
A humph followed by a drawn out hissy sigh as you slowly travel up the beach flecked with spittle foam.

I lie here enervated by the overcast hot humid day and feel mildly irritated by this mood I hear.
But I really do not care a jot if you are going to be like that.
So there.

Koh Phayam. Thailand.Β Β Dec. 2011
Written by
John Vass
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