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Soaring high the Swift was in full flight in the morning having

Been Parallel to the Golden Rays of the Sun or Was it a Star

There was this baloon floating in mid air popularising God and

Beedies a kind of leaf rolled into a Cancer Shoot

Daughters of the Sun were parading in the Beach the

Fisherfolk amused at their lock but their Men had a Good

Catch

The Catamarans were back it was Time to Yoddle and Dance

The Gentle Fisher Song of the Mermaid

Seahorses making a leap with the Dolphin in an Optical

Illusion

Or was it Real

The Occeans are too Mighty to have Secrets

Could be that the Cyclone brought the Seas bad Repute

The Green Sheet of Waves rising higher and higher and

Higher whilefisherfolks lit their Cigar

It was time to Go in the middle once again

Was Raining like It never before and This here Gentleman

Perched on a log of Fine Wood Lighting his Cigar that went off

Incessantly

But He was not One to Give up at this hre Waters

Where Two Seas and an Occean met

With this Confluence came the Fisherwomen

Lullaby

A Young One

Groomed to Go Into

The Rough Tumbling Waves

And into the

Mother of all

Seas