Add one more poem
I reproduce this poem 'cause I like it and 'cause MG, an older lady, said it was profound, if I remember correctlymaster
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neither was I; <br />
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neither was I; <br />
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Or, I could no longer be
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Or, I could no longer be
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<b>To you <br />
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I’ve made markings on the shore <br />
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You’ll have to go there, before <br />
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the next time of high-tide, <br />
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If you want to see it - <br />
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You know the sea will devour it <br />
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Ain’t that like Snapchat without <br />
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The electricity? <br />
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You have… Twelve hours, <br />
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Maybe?<br />
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What?<br />
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You’re avoiding the beach,<br />
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You want to see it on the SnapMap<br />
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While you commute on a public bus,<br />
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And even then,<br />
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You might - might - decide not to give the SnapMap<br />
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Any attention,<br />
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You’re busy clucking at the bus-driver while<br />
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He jerks the bus perversely along?<br />
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I don’t trust<br />
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You<br />
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Nor your fickle<br />
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Attention<br />
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I- I’ll thank God<br />
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For the sea<br />
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For the sun<br />
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For the wind<br />
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For the sand
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For the little child, shrieking in delight
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As the waves roll in
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I’ll pray to God
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To make me his wife
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We’ll marry, if He is willing
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And then,
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And then,
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I’ll pray for you,
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That you’ll have food
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When you’re hungry
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And water
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When you’re thirsty
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And then,
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I won’t see you
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I won’t be on the SnapMap
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You don’t need to thank me
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I’m your (unworthy) servant,
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A hopeful wife of God,
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Servant of God,
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Child of God
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(I don't mind being
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A door-keeper in God’s house,
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Either)
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Not a lioness of God,
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Sylvia Plath said she was one,
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And then she committed
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Suicide
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