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Juan de Fuca
Were I to draw driftwood
The log I sit on
Would be the wood drawn
On a day so far
Without rain
On a spit sticking into the Straits
Eagles are flying overhead
From the cliffs close by
And but for their swooping
Shorebirds would be dancing
And afterwards mating
Later on
When the eagles departed
One pair of shorebirds
The species unknown
But more on the way
They both danced and mated
A sight to have seen
On a day so far
Without rain
Juan de Fuca
Were I to draw driftwood
The log I sit on
Would be the wood drawn
On a day so far
Without rain
On a spit sticking into the Straits
Eagles are flying overhead
From the cliffs close by
And but for their swooping
Shorebirds would be dancing
And afterwards mating
Later on
When the eagles departed
One pair of shorebirds
The species unknown
But more on the way
They both danced and mated
A sight to have seen
On a day so far
Without rain
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