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Summer Tide
Today yellow sun nestled Down near right the earth held damp plow Water right there Everytime eyeing glimpse ever rushed Daydream miles scattered Diving ground direction Neslted domestic Calm
This is a slip poem that was really hard to write. So, who doesn't think of swiming when they are thinking of summer. If you don't shu then you must be weurrrred. The poem kinda might not make sense but my gosh the pattern is there!
