the ocean, as the mother;
the tide her rhythm,
embracing us,
rocking us,
sometimes shaking us.
The moon as the father
moving with the mother,
rhythmically and
lovingly
the ocean, as the mother;
the tide her rhythm,
embracing us,
rocking us,
sometimes shaking us.
The moon as the father
moving with the mother,
rhythmically and
lovingly
Wet cold and fun A fun time to boat Time to have a great time Existing for a new person Rivers lakes creeks
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