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And Across This Pangaea

Where oceans come to play Upon this Northern shore In solution to the rain Fifty years from home Did I win for the day And nice hat Years of butter drifts In places wrecked and muddy I see thy frame And pieces of Baddeck To surf the early culture Pieces near across The tundra barely new But roads to destine by In advancement to the Earth For being careful to the land Terse and much angelic We sought to say we were- on the way out Of Water to our day And splashing a taboo All we see is World And salty few Measured for drift To see us at this reckon In perfect heat and sunrise A mix to every station Our favourite star awaits The turmoil at one’s tide And lucky land- and keep- In darkness sees the day For perfect swims in sight And little landings by the South A rising Moon across- For beckoning to see The ocean cause And freedom found to roam Places unestate In common grains of dew And mystery mark Lands of Canaan poke remorse In essence standing much too high But this to view- this perfect tour The landform needs are high One day in sparse, and echoed high We live to see the past As ancients keep Like sounds of happy gif We eat our clothes In medieval war Where Victory gave us news That we were one And solid few For next and ten religions On Holy ground This Earth and swell And manna for our food The edge of souls And throes to keep We whisper and we wait.