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Waves
Waves wash against the shore line,
And wear the edges so,
They do it without thinking,
Their dreaming makes them go.
Before there was an ocean,
Before there was a moon,
Inplanted in their mystery,
Each wave had their own tune.
You stand and listen closely,
And touch their magic beam,
You hear their sweetest music,
As you step, into their dream.
Joy Weare.
4th September, 2004.
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