No telling
Johnclarestokes
You know, there is a place in earshot
Of the roaring, where it seems time forgot
Or at least, you can get there legally
For lately, it seems, every place is privately
owned, reserved for those who seldom
venture along, for they have usually a
multitude of homes, and we who in cheap
kayaks roam, aren’t welcome, unless we
by some quirk, know them, and usually,
we don’t, or wouldn’t care to.
So I’m not telling
Where the thousand cypress knees
Are dwelling
Lest the call goes out to the realtor
I must own this place
Make haste.
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