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Salt Air | ||
| Salty spume is in the air As I cycle past the beach. It can prompt me to declare All of life's within my reach. As I breathe the stuff of life, Both the good fumes and the bad, I can steer away from strife To the places where I'm glad. I accept the air with salt As another gift to me. I regard it not a fault, Simply what was meant to be. | ||
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