Oh the sea in all its flippery
And skippery rhyme
And Majestic Omaha
Of forever pines
And coastal rampages
Punctilious primes
And Rapscallion scales
Pear peppered wine
Well thought of good gold shrines
And leagues of legless lines
Caught in fishermen nets
Nettled but not in time
Of Shallow shelves of shellfish
And forests of frolicking fronds
And hours of anchoring urchins
And swathes of swallowing swans
The sea in all its peaches of beaches
That teaches us of time
And tides under neath of us
Needles stacked in seconds of clime
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