

The ShoremanHere we are, a witness, a captive, at our own limit's shore, Just waiting from and for the heavens, just for a little more-- We watch and wait for the shoreman to come with his words And though you may find it a little absurd-- He shakes off the sewage in but a split second, To witness this glow, it's harness held sacred; Waiting for letters of the unseen tales With words of joy enlightening what fails And words of war that end all destruction Words that inspire for utter perfection; Words of innocence that shame in themselves, ThThe Shoreman
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We live in a tomorrow as where in our yesterday was a never ending day.
This life of ours, is a Fictional Non-Fiction based tale.
I wish I could load my previous files on the game of life.
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