Pepple in the sand, washed up on the shore.
No fancy parades, no full blown accolades,
buried by time, it silently lays.
Rolling waves, interlacing all...
its droning, sing song cadence gives us its all.
Not far off, a tiny shell
as words without meaning fill the air.
Back to square one, with all that you now know.
It's where you belong
two-step forward
a saunter back in time...
A crucial starting point.
Prepare your wings
it's time to soar.
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