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The tide goes out,

the tide rolls in.

It repeats this cycle,

over and over again.

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But when the tide’s out,

and in its ebb stage.

I can still hear its roar,

like a lion in its cage.

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Sea shells and sand dollars,

in ebb tide’s tracks.

Pick em up, toss em in,

our memory filled sacks.

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Ebb tides leave behind,

memories to take home.

Remembering what fun we had,

on the shores in which we’d roam.

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Each shell would never make it.

They have no place to hide.

The water that once covered it,

is now gone with the ebb tide.

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This memory I’ll never forget,

even though you’re not by my side.

I’ll send a little message to you,

amidst the great ebb tide.

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A written message just for you,

I’ll throw into the sea.

I miss you, love you,

and wish you were here with me.



~*~ Jill ~*~