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Sea-Wash by Carl Sandburg

Thinking of water, again. What I would give to live in a house by the sea. I would walk the shoreline every day, and occasionally throw my poems to the wind. I would watch them fly, then fall, then get swallowed by waves.

Sea-Wash
Carl Sandburg

The sea-wash never ends.
The sea-wash repeats, repeats.
Only old songs? Is that all the sea knows?
              Only the old strong songs?
              Is that all?
The sea-wash repeats, repeats.

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