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Poetry on the Redneck Patio
Welcome to the Patio. Have a mint julep, sit for a bit, and relax.
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Seashell
I was a tiny seashell
tossed up onto the sand
by a random wave,
picked at by a shorebird,
jostled by a crab,
stepped on by a beachcomber.
But I found my way back home.