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An Atlantic Adagio for Amelia
By Don Iannone

Sun-drenched ocean waves lick the beach,
like children eating ice cream cones
on a hot summer evening,
Priceless gifts they scatter on the glittering sand
for early morning treasure hunters to discover,
They play a splendid early morning adagio,
tranquilizing the Universe with each sweet hush,
What could possibly be more important than this?

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