My life clambered over these rocks, I taught a child of a child of mine to swim off these rocks beyond is a view ive seen yet seldom see, the crabs the lobster the in and out of the surf I see along with those with me, They got the key, walked in to what now they own and from the kitchen look over these rocks the rocks that are everything to me over them to the brilliant blue green grey perfect sea, to the berwick law and the bass and the may, thats where I should stay.
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