In the space between the yellow and the grey
Where the muscled dancing ocean meets the sand
Could I but freeze one tiny instant glimpsed today
And laughing run across the sun-skinned water-land
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grubby grists of euphuistic prolixity
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An occasional attempt to use up those spare words left over at the end of each day.
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