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Jul 2014
Part III

The waves ashore knew not their greetings.
Their lure was Man,
Who steered my dreaming.
Is it so wrong,
To live at my best?
When I can't see the better,
To float like the rest.
Written by
Beleif  Texas
   Mary Elizabeth
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