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Ocean, Mr., Mrs. Blink

Noise near beaches,
'Mid July.
Scampering of thousands of humans who work in factories and
stores; and homes.
Ocean near the scampering citizens and citizenesses.
Citizens go to ocean;
Citizenesses scream coyly.
Hey, ocean, how far you go.
Mr. Blink is on a big wave.
The fat legs of Mrs. Blink are pretty beneath the green, heavy
ocean waves; such a place for Mrs. Blink's fat, old legs.
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