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| Seems appropriate for the title, if not for the actual post, which is a (strangely allegorical and philosophical) poem inspired by some time I spent with my friends on a beach. Made sense to me to put this up on NYE. |
Very hastily drawn.
Fill those boxes quickly
For soon they’ll be gone.
The sun’s slowly setting,
So quick, make your mark.
Let’s finish a few more rounds
Before it’s dark.
But also be careful
Of spaces you choose
For sometimes even the best players
Will lose.
But either way,
What matters is that you play
As well as you can
Ere it’s all washed away
So come on, just one more.
The tide’s getting high.
We no longer can see
The sun in the sky
We’ve made all the marks we could
and had our fun,
So let’s say goodbye now;
Our time here is done.
For on we must go...
It's been pretty grand
But we leave it all there
In the sea and the sand.
