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Jun 2013
I'm going to the ocean
And never shall I return.
Too wrinkled for a casket,
Too soggy for an urn.
I'll swim until I tire
And sink, peaceful, to the floor.
And down there with the fishes,
I shall dream forevermore.
Written by
Maya Merrill  Maine, USA
(Maine, USA)   
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