Free verse,
For what it’s worth,
Or what it’s worth to me.
And all these words,
These nuggets panned,
All wash back out to sea.
Sinking, ever sinking
Under foam and fusty wave,
Their value and their legacy
All lost inside the grave.
Free verse,
For what it’s worth,
Or what it’s worth to me.
And all these words,
These nuggets panned,
All wash back out to sea.
Sinking, ever sinking
Under foam and fusty wave,
Their value and their legacy
All lost inside the grave.
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