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Post by DavidMc on Jan 29, 2007 11:32:20 GMT -6
At forty fathoms deep, Lurk the monsters of the deep; Composing internecine rhymes, Where the Sun so rarely shines.
At thirty fathoms deep and rising, You will find something surprising; Gentle Fish that swim and glide, Unperturbed by storm or tide,
And when you break; the surface Of the Sea, you will finally be free.
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Post by bichsa on Jan 30, 2007 8:21:44 GMT -6
hey Dave I loved this piece i felt I was underneath the sea slowly raising to the top.i loved the visual as well.peace to you ,cheryl
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Post by DavidMc on Jan 30, 2007 16:44:43 GMT -6
Thank you Cheryl ... As always your appreciation means a lot to me.
David
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