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James McLain
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Wading through foam to the sea
I pass between rocks that aren't seen.
An easier course with out thought
to discourse,
waves that are warm most can feel.
Who stood up, I sold what was said?
Saying what was said that none said.
Being near what was said-I stood
like the breeze- bushes without leaves
feel the cold.
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