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how apt a plover should in perfection mark
that early sea-mist as night rain rolls off

the mudflats team with dippers and prodders
each more guilty than the next

in fast action always moving - three toed
three toes and down and up
to catch who sees their empty beak

a single gull crash-lands
earthquaking the jellied sands

in gross vulgarity it necks a fish
gagging all the while

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