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At The Sea's Edge
John I. Blair
All my years Iíve played
Along an inner shore.
A few pebbles, some scattered shells,
A distant headland.
Iíve thrown a stone into the deep
And watched the ripples spread.
Beachcombing in this lonely place,
I survey the dim horizon, full of fears,
and suspect that somethingís wrong,
But Iím glad Iíve stayed.
©2004 John I. Blair
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