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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=463929" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Whales l</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=463929" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I can recall a time<br>far away and long ago<br>before my untried eyes had seen an one-<br>the sea was shallow and the sky was low<br>and like a word patiently awaiting<br>its compliment of rhyme<br>I longed to see them<br>never knowing why or how<br>or when they'd cross my bow.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=463929" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But now the windshield wipers of my mind<br>can't beat fast enough to clear them<br>or make them vanish, and I find<br>peculiar order in this moving mayhem<br>Indigo above, and dun; below<br>a so un-named a color(or non-color) <br>brighter now, now duller, <br>so predators above may see a stone<br>while those below may see the sky alone.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=463929" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">All so very, very<br>supernumerary<br>there and here abounding<br>breaching, blowing, sidling, sounding<br>down to where consciousness is murkiest-<br>to where the eldest dreams are thought to nest<br>chins upon the endless toils<br>of their tails<br>there to sleep and unmolested rest.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=463929" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Single-sole or.....</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Morgan+Michaels">Morgan Michaels</a></strong></div>