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The Place Our Race Began<br />
What’s this that falls below my cheek, a salty water tear<br />
That when it lands upon my chest, my life is void of fear.<br />
A gentle breeze, amongst the trees, does push the waves aground,<br />
And then it chose, I do suppose, to ripple through the sound.<br />
The time we spend, along wit’s end, is shallow at its high,<br />
A thousand spies, with watchful eyes, will likely catch me cry.<br />
A life of seat aghast the sand, is not moved by the wind,<br />
Unless my rest, be put to test, and tidal waves roll in.<br />
Whatever blooms upon the sand, is likely made of gold,<br />
Poseidon’s reach, consumes the beach, his fingers wet and cold.<br />
Until, in time, a year goes by, will see the beach again,<br />
Then finally, we all will see the place our race began.<br />
And if by chance, the circumstance, decides to be our end,<br />
Then finally, we all will see, the place our race began.<br />
—Solomon “Sully” Goetz<br />
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