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UNDER-CURRENTS by WINIFRED VIRGINIA JACKSON

First Line: I WAS LIKE A PEBBLE
Last Line: BUT A BITTER CRY?
I was like a pebble
On a sandy shore
Where the sea waves stamped their feet
At the green land's door.

I was like a pebble
That a gnarled hand, cool,
Picked up from the sun-domed sands,
Flung into a pool.

Is it then to wonder
That, from where I lie,
All I send to heaven is
But a bitter cry?



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