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WWP for August 3, 2011

The wave crashed at my feet upon the beach,
Leaving nothing but a sodden shadow.
The ocean has gifts for supplicants each,
But none for me, except for a wave’s bow.

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WWP for July 28, 2011

What you sow is
What you reap.
Blowing kisses
In your sleep.

(A day late and a dollar short, sorry!)