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 I heard the Thunder roll to the tempo of an Ocean,

the lakes gave shark,

the depth tempted to the waving as the salt rose to the beds,

found amongst the fowl,

birds raised the eggs to sand the waters as the sounds.

Findings looked to the distance,

from tiled crusty mountain full rocks.

Fresh to the stock such fish swam in that lagoon,

where the water falls,

showers of light sat upon a board of chess to the checkers that pink’d the flounder edge,

there in the mist, a fog.