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Found a weird poem from like 5 years ago

High Tide

High Tide
The giant tank we call the ocean is full
But where did it all come from?
Where did it go? When it was low tide.
Now it’s all back.
I know where it went.
But it’s oh so surreal.
The ocean is giant and the water transfers.
When it goes out here, it goes in elsewhere.
What happens when all the icebergs have melted?
The tank will overflow.
Time to move to Kentucky, I guess.

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Spirit of the age is in there.

There is a lack of emotion to ti and a certain “roll with it attitude”

I imagine the mountains are getting crowded already.

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