Raging Surf

Raging  Surf short poem

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Sea sand wind and rain all will be gurgling in pain
whence it has arisen in noises surfing
waves alighting high and low above the ravines
careless and moody lushing and slushing
movements of waves for only surfing

Pale is the colour driven to white
heightened in sunlight
rushing along curling as tongs
wind swept and hurrying the surfs move along

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Truly to say I am a female aged 55 brown in colour of skin who like to express the glamour within. Living single no commitments delights in making happiness my extent. Worked in offices and hotels, cleaning is best for me and like marketing viewing scenery and go for little walks sometimes watching movies of comedy.
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