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The RippleSmooth perfection, Fresh with shine. I breathe the new And feel so fine. A sudden splash From untamed hand, Shatters hard, My picture, grand. The ripple spreads To rearrange. I stand, confused At this change! Joy Weare. 23rd May, 2005. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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