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No mallet or chisel –
God’s hand created these.
Tread carefully over His beautiful artistry –
Leave your print in the sand
To remain there till the next tide –
And climb the beach.
The tansy and the rose bay willow herb
Will be there to greet you.
Lose your way
And the admiral and the tortoiseshell,
The dragonfly in all its splendour
Will be waiting to lead you,
Gently and silently to the floral garden.
Still no ugliness there.
Yes – search as I may
Along the length of the Rhinns –
I can find no ugliness there.

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