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Mar 2014
a peaceful beach full,
colour matters naught,
reflects sunlight,
no matter how slight,
sticks together when wet,
sticks to skin you bet,
count the grains in the palm
of your hand
if you lose that number,
start over, ****!
what does sand have
that we can graph,
GRIT!




©DWE032014
Ottar
Written by
Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
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     Nat Lipstadt, st64, --- and Traveler
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