BY THE SEA, BY THE SEA

There by the ocean a tiny cove,

No tides come in or go out.

Sure, ocean level just stays the same,

Philippine Islands clout.

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Same in India, garbage collected,

Ocean’s edge, despicable!

Until the storm drives it out to sea.

Way South India conditional.

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Dumagette,  Philippine Islands.

Negros to single the Isle.

This tiny cove, like, 30 feet in,

Nothing there to defile.

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Bobby Omigo, Philippine girl  sure,

Pure, pure as the driven snow.

Lived with parents, an only child,

History book there to show.

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Always, she studied desire to go!

Stateside some sweet day!

Become a nurse in that Promise Land!

If she had  her way.

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Perfect  American  her speech,

She had practiced, could tell!

Picture perfect, beautiful!

Living in that  shell.

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I stepped out the back to look around.

“Careful,”  Her warning ignored,

One foot into their sewer, feet deep!

Full acre treated afford.

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Ugg!  Ran to that beautiful cove.  Dove in!

Always eyes open, nearly hit.

This!  The biggest fish seen anywhere!

Out of there!  Every bit!

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Considering Jonah his big fish but,

This one,  kept it so clean!

The slobbers for that starfish way down

As if it had never  been!

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Next morning I looked starfish still there!

Fifteen or twenty feet  down,

Whoever said sea-people not clean?

Some stupid American clown!

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Dear God, help us this what we waste,

Toss it away, in the trash!

Garbage to us to them good food!

While ‘give us this day’ we ask!

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Sam Cox, trying to conserve  09.19.11

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