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QUATRAIN by JEROME KENNEDY

First Line: THE LITTLE WAVES THAT DANCE AGAINST THE CLIF
Last Line: YIELD TO THE SLIGHTEST HAND.
The little waves that dance against the cliff
Will crumble it to sand.
Through ceaseless toil, the walls of circumstance
Yield to the slightest hand.



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