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        technovative
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      Head above waves when I walk on stilts
 
  and cloud the sea spray stirring the silt. When the wiseguy's shoes tug on my legs dragging me deeper this diver begs a mermaid to share air with a kiss to resuscitate the tanks with buoyant breaths. Lifting me slowly from the murky depths light shafts glint off her iridescent scales, beams a shade brighter every thrust of her tail. Pierce through the surface turn my head and see, a cement mixing thug lurking waiting to sink me.  | 
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        Edited by
        Unknow
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        Wed 10/19/22 11:18 PM
       
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 Poet Technovative 
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      Nice poem 
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      Thoughtful and interesting  
    Loved it  
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      Thanks for your time and interest folks. I appreciate your feedback.
     
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