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The Sands of Time

May this poem bring comfort to the Gulf and all connected beings:

                    

               The Sands of Time

 

When winter is as summer was before

Each season stands behind an open door

Marked only by an artificial score,

The date decided by some ancient lore.

Is this the end or is there still some more?

The tides have carved the answer on the shore.

 

                                                ~ Linda Hurley

 

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