More than likely it is the Oceanus Blue,
the roaring surf upon the sandy shores,
the glacier bays in melt,
that meld me to this own.
Stirring Skies with Clouds of whaling whys,
to the vastness of the herds,
galloping as shrinking occurs,
a wave of death in belittled importance.
Cliffing drops to anxious crops,
the H2O that falls Niagara,
to rivers running red with claims,
yet driest of the Winter pains.
Peaks of Mountains,
lathering sweat,
frothing over flowing let,
dams the Natural fortuned set,
just as banks hold back to bet.
The Market Place,
the timing Case,
the scribble of a note to face,
up's and prop's the issued lace,
to truth be told it's all in rolled.
The Character of Cause to Fret,
life has taught the breadth of vest,
the broadened shoulders are mine to test,
and the name in print is best,
'cause their is no Promise that is ever kept,
when what is broken was broken met.
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