words roll with waves churning frosted thoughts through the chop of truths sought atop peacful crests and violent troughs three knots of naught stanza
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words roll with waves churning frosted thoughts through the chop of truths sought atop peacful crests and violent troughs three knots of naught stanzas swell as wind bells chime through a rusted, but trusted buoy #smallpoems
Greg McVerry