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Poetry: The ocean

by Caroline Tigeress

A relentless pounding,
ere the same.
yet always different.
Clears the mind like ancient chant.
Soothes the soul like ancient rime.
Moves the body, muscles, tissue, sinew.
The surf pounds, and is all things to all people.

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