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Feeling Poetic

Breakwater on Sears Island

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the seagulls crying.

John Edward Masefield, from Sea Fever

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