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Sep 2
Lying here, in the sand,
under unseen stars
blanked by rain clouds,
amidst seaweed and sand *****,
and broken shells.

I am a piece of driftwood
tossed on the shore
by waves of a world
that cares not where I land,
or whether or not
I float back out to sea.
Written by
Tom Turner  75/M/North Carolina
(75/M/North Carolina)   
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