poem of the sea

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most spoke
of the low but omnipresent
rumble of water
or its dulcet lap against a hull
but that was not
how he missed the sea
it was the oysters
he could not get enough of
and the clams too
the mussels not so much
he could take or leave the mussels

for First Line Friday

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