One lil two lil three lil ripples more.
Across the top of the mornings waters edge.
Watchin as the sun beats, shading the bed.
No longer flat itty bitty waves that can't even crash.
Damn near suttle from somewhere in their past.
Somethin must've happened to roll them my way.
Losing the over n under in its display.
Touchin the toes it lays n slides back to where it came.
Leavin the others that follows to do the same.
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