There were nothing but Swamps
Weeds of sage and umber
Waters of algae
Masqued as Sea-ponds
Mamosa trees of Aprils bloom
In soil, Black-soil from floodrains

And at Night....You saw nothing...

Aye, 'cept for the darting whites
Of the stalking feathered flyers
Gulls...
Circling in the Death of Evening
Waiting for the shank of Night
And wooing untilSunrise
All to do it once again.
Quite morose...
Crayon color houses
A Town of Shoeboxes
Thank God for the Colors
For if not...
Many a sailor might lay
With Anothers!
And all in a row, these homes
Were built on blocks
Of cement, and great Respect...
To the Oceans
Tide And Temperment
Atlantic ruled the Coastline
And scoffed at the Planks
They called ''The Boardwalk''
And waved at the Sand Dunes
That crossed its Path
And howled at the Sailfish
Who dared to tread
'Til Man finally said
Lets go out and make Money
And so the building began
For a decade and some
You may have heard the Sound

ATLANTIC CITY WAS BUILT...

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