The great waves did crash upon the land,

Soaking all in salt, mud, and sand,

Washed way was man of yore,

Replaced with putrid stinking sore.

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Yet on the land, the water set,

Of marshy bog and parapet,

A watchful eye peeks all around,

Sneaky and vile in its hunting ground.

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The newer joiner in the marshy vale,

With glowing eyes and night like scale,

Did curse this all it’s plain to see,

Hidden behind the rotting boggy trees.