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Waves
She goes through waves
She is swimming for days
Through the ebb and the flow
She is always surrounded
She is often floundering
There is far to go.
How we try to reach her
Hope for skills we could teach her
As she makes her way
But there's not a notion
That can take this ocean
Away.
We are making swimming motions
We are signalling directions
With our flapping hands
But it f...
Monday 22nd February 2021 12:49 am
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