From a bus with a bow-wave,
I watch how each wading wayfarer
wetness throws back.
taste me, as the food and drink Alice found almost said. she was cast unto a stormshorn sunderedsea. you too will fall beneath my waves in time.
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From a bus with a bow-wave,
I watch how each wading wayfarer
wetness throws back.