Tidepool Poem by Shane Markie
Tidepool
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When my own soul so pure and undefiled starts to sink
Beneath the polluted ocean of society's morass,
I look into the eyes of those whose souls are unencumbered with such stink
And then I think to be released from such displeasure as was wrought upon the anvil of my heart would make my soul more crass.
Friday, December 22, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: ocean
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8/5/2026 4:10:41 PM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
AMAZING stuff, Shane! ! ! I love the thought expressed in the last lines....yeah! society's morass does work like a soul-rinsing detergent! Hats off to u! ! !