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Seaweed clinging to the rock of time...



Seaweed clinging to the rock of time,
This is where your seed arose:
Do you suppose
The answer to man’s rhyme
Is drifting on the water’s edge,
Carried on the channel’s ledge
To journey with the white trimmed tide
Amid the cliffs of nature’s pride,
Exhorted and feigned,
Purported and deigned,
Appearing where the food of life lies,
Warmed by fertile showers,
Holding powers
Vested in the sun’s demise
With rapture borne in loving’s shrine;
Sweet as grapes upon a vine
Thus relished by the salt of peace,
This earth will spawn and never cease.

jw


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