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Jan 2020
A single grain of salt
divided the ocean,
creating a rift
for the convoy of change
to triumphantly march,
and once again unite the ocean
in it's revolutionizing wake.
ugh, I don't like that title, but it's the best I could think of.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
55
     --- and Junior McIntyre
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