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We played along a silver shore at fall
And danced upon the golden sands in spring.
We listened for the breaths of seagull's call
And waited for the morning tide to sing.
We touched each other's hands and sparkling eyes
And followed gulls through trails of mossy stones,
To places where the lone white sea dove flies
To hear her cry her whispered, peaceful drones.
Now you're gone; I cry to the sunset-sea
And sprinkle tears upon the shallow sands.
I run through hills of burning memory….
The touch of autumn eyes, the warmth of hands.
Today I ran to meet the tumbling sea
And watch a seagull fly away….lonely.
-- Gordon Jones
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Jones, Gordon--1972
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Murdock, Michael G--1981
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Roylance, Randy--1973
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Stander, Harold--1982
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Zabriskie, David--1973
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