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By Stephen Date: 2003 May 16 Comment on this Work [[2003.05.16.16.53.23424]] |
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When was the last time you walked the sands Along the sun and the wind tough and ripe Sea-strolling a tap-dance blues to the serene tide The warm profusion of welcome beneath your salient prints When was the last time you walked the sands As if your toil binds soil and shell to art itself And thus where the water strips all lands As of this, my dream of you is endless, and all I have |