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Sand Power | ||
| The silken sand awaits my step But will not save my print. It fills my halting stride with pep And makes me want to sprint. The grains withstand the test of time And watch the ages pass. They soon forget my simple rhyme And smile at fleeting grass. As I walk I feel the pow'r Oozing into ev'ry toe. Though I'm here for but an hour It will tell me where to go. | ||
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