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WALKING BY THE BAY
The sky was charcoal gray,
In the distance, reaching high,
And far away I saw the bay
Again greeting another day!
The sea just turning close,
Shimmering lights, rode the waves,
And in a display of wanton dare...
Again,all the waters turned to graves...
As the sky of sudden abruptly changed
From Charcoal gray turned to pinky mauves
Over the enchanting, divided shores,
As powerful waves, completely swept the coves...
