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05-14-07
I am sandless for in the end there was no sand,
There was no sand in which to lay,
There was no sand in which to dig.
I had hearts filled with air in which I layed,
And there were hummingbees in which to dig.
There was no sand.
I had looked under the ocean, only to find rock,
I had looked in the caves, only to find bears.
I had no sand in which to fish from,
So I ate the animals I caught underneath the rocks,
I fought off the animals from high in the darklit sky,
Which spouted hail and tornadoes once a night.
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