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The Earth does daily itch and twitch,
like raft on open water does yaw and pitch.
She shivers always every day,
in each and every other way.
Whilst travelling light along a cosmic way.
Most days she’s gentle, but one or two
like sneezes in a hay-filled meadow
will rock and buck and quake her mantle-shelf
by sending quaking elf
to drag those plates that grind and stray.
A biggish one did occur yer-day,
A seven-point-oner
Down Honduras way.
She’s not forgotten her way
Whilst travelling light along a cosmic way.
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