Pushing my agy sleigh
faithfully to shore,
I want more wave
The surf gets high
and horizon fills up with flying dozens
crowds that come as a silent staring couple
birds that fly before the sound their wings make
houses that conquer those who step in
And no-one believes in rounds anymore
they slam on wake-up,
reel on trees
Maids are broken and tails do snap
can one splash rise and make wet
us all
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