Lobster Cove Shindig

If there's a wind, we get it
Straight from the shoulder of rock,
Bowling over boulders
Racketing through the house
Spray steaming mists rolling
Daisies ducking in the hullabaloo.
What a brawl until the sun appears
Majestic, like the law.
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