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Crystal Freda Sep 2017
Fresh waters flashing down
Down in fast, beating motion.
Each sprinkle, each splash to the ground
Down to the magnificent ocean.

Green, majestic hills
Ladder up to the sky.
Freeing, lively thrills
Press on through and by.

Thundering sounds attack your ears
As each wave strikes a rock
Making blasting whirs
stirring up quite a shock.

Loud crashing waves are such a beauty
Although they do not come smoothly.

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