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Frances Ayers Aug 2014
Who
Knew
The sea
Was free
Of  petty
And heady
Games humans play
Yet on display
A rough and tumble
Albeit humble
Visage of simple grace
She keeps an onward pace
To march with the sands of time
And cherishes the sublime
With a truthful gaze,for all men
And welcomes all into her den
Creatures that boast with unending pride
Called forth to answer,they can not hide
All who honor her,are sent on a path
A life changing journey,without her wrath

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