Here is a slightly off-colored poem:
Oceanic Orgasms
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As a retired teacher who has fled the US and is now living in Spain, and as someone who has until now eschewed most forms of social media, I am belatedly beginning to create an online presence. To that end, I am using this WordPress website to archive some of my miscellaneous non-academic writing. I hope that some of my friends and former colleagues may enjoy this collection, which consists mainly of political editorials, light-weight essays, and silly poems. I also post here the latest version of my US History textbook, Key Moments in American History. View all posts by murraymcclellan
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I must be getting old, I looked forward to the off color part and was disappointed by my failure to locate it. I did enjoy the poem, the beach has always been a special place for me. From Florida to New Jersey to Puerto Rico to the VIs and other Caribbean islands, it never fails to recapture me heart and soul. Best wishes
On Mon, Apr 18, 2022 at 5:44 AM Murray C McClellan wrote:
> murraymcclellan posted: ” Here is a slightly off-colored poem: ” >
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Haha. Thanks. I AM old, so I blushed at writing lines like “the waves they just keep coming” and “pushing white foam into the blonde . . .”
But I do share with you a fascination with the beach. For the past several months we have been renting an off-season house a block away from a beach on the Bay of Biscay in northern Spain. When it has been warm enough, I keep the windows open so I can be rocked to sleep by the gentle sound of the waves breaking on the sand. There is nothing quite like standing on the shore, staring out at the knife-edge horizon where sky and ocean meet, with your toes in the sand where ocean and earth intersect. Makes one contemplate the origin of life on this planet.
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