The girl is pushed into the pool;
the boy swallows his laughter,
the boy swallows his laughter,
like cold side dishes.
The cannonball rolls into the
soft hollow of a log.
The tides stretch taut;
The cannonball rolls into the
soft hollow of a log.
The tides stretch taut;
the coastline ruffles its edge,
like distant finish lines.
like distant finish lines.
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