i'm barking at mountain
then my voice came, echo
louder more than i can do
it settles to rushing sea
trying to flattened its way
ends with bubbles, retreat
clams has filtered more dirt
rocks were wash smooth dark
who could notice a shoe wedge
for a giant dental floss would
wait more will come, sore eyes
they'll get use to, should be nice
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