SHELL
There lying on a beach.
Just past mortal reach.
Waves cover with folded arms.
The shell forever gone.
CALLINGS
Many noises fill the sky.
Cries of shouts call to me.
Other energies of the deep call.
Torrential horror before my eyes.
LAUGH
Funny that little smile.
Sometimes it looks like a mile.
Showing none, not one tooth.
Far away, a loving gentle look.
copyright 1993 POEWHIT
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JESUS SAVES
JOE POEWHIT
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