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Jan 2021
My footprints stretch
from here to the end of
the last beach.
But my tracks have smoothed away.
The sand is perpetually so.
But If the beaches have a memory
of all the passengers thereon
they could tell the history of the world.
Written by
John Hayes  78/M/Pittsburgh, PA
(78/M/Pittsburgh, PA)   
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