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Waves hit a lonely shore
Winds in the distance roar
The sailor's ship is  sure
There's little water left
It said so in the lore..
He's waited in his life a score
To meet what's for him in store.
Lower the anchors more
There's the promised Land
Where the lonely trees stand
And treasure lay in sand
But a man's lack of greed
Is what it does demand.

By:Number76

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