Donald Joe Wall

(Wyancloth, Michigan)

Walking On The Sea

As snowflakes faded away spring had come and gone, summer as well into
its days One day I was walking along the seashore the tide was coming in
Laughing gulls were flying through the blue sky, The wet breeze seem to
slip right through me. As I looked down their were seashells all over the
ground. And the sand was so warm to my feet when I looked down and their
was one sandle print laying in the sand. As I looked around there was not
a person to be found, only dolphins seem to be tal

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