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| "Land" While Maheo listens, The new water glistens. There is not a sound Anywhere to be found, For nothing has been made. Not even a single blade From a fish does show; Not from above or below. Maheo has a lot to do Before there can be dew. He needs the kind help From every creature, even kelp, Before something called land Can be worked by a hand. For Maheo just used his Power To create all, but a flower. Even the lowly little coot Scurries to find some loot To build this thing, land. Megan Delia Ratcliff Fall 1995 |
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