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Different Voices And Sounds

That pretty sea that lies behind
That pretty rock of suicide
Has that pretty sound of roaring...
The pretty sea's waves come ashore
With that great and huge sound as if
They welcome us or they say something...
The pretty voices of those pretty swimmers
Who are running on these hot and golden sands...
Some passing clouds cross fast into
That neighboring villages,

Cars and bikes are parked
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Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: vacation
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