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2003-05-11 - 7:18 p.m. Way back when, a long time ago, Where sweet scented marsh grass grow And the wave wake washes to and fro To the volley of chants and the ol' heave ho There's a jolly old dance as I'm sure you know As you go with the flow when the sail winds blow... . Musty wetlands' rotting leaves, rusty remnants, salty seas Intercoastal -- what are these? Roots of mighty Live Oak trees Growing tall in eye land breeze All just put me well at ease . There end rails the east bound track (St Mary's southern son of Jack) There you go, no turning back, There the opposites attract, There the elements react, There the fantasy meets fact . Somewhat indulgent port of time Infused within this refuge rhyme Serves only to betray that I'm Elated to ascend the climb Upward unto the soothing chime Convection's crossing, so sublime � � |