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a floting bottle of thee oceans sand
IP:
Architecture.- plato of the uder world gather atlantic possessions/
creat a europee countrie, to indice the weather's experinc/
the rocks glaze at the sun with a glance of heat/
fosolls of people recreat the sand for thee oceans/
standerd leaves & trees cover the land of peace/
the forest begotten the powerful anemals of the world/
emotion of heart came from the air above reackignition/
well wateing for a voice of clame a bottle from thee ocean laze in the mits of my delay/
my sole says aproch it... aproch it but still no movment/
my heart says come to the shadow of the peace but still know movment/
so my anger stands and gathers its thoughts and begans to run towrds the towerd shape bottle/
and there in the emptyness of the figgur lise a note/
sayen " there along off the wilderness there lives a man deepend of his murrders and sorrow a gental men but an evil creation from with in/
as i stand there and regain my sences my life drains a deep secreit where i my lonesome self remember being on a land far far away under a fire writing a note for rescue/ ' thank you for given me your time .
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