On Knollwood Beach in Old Saybrook,
recalling how foundations shook.
I watched the changing of the tide,
Long Island Sound, so deep, so wide.
When I let go my toy sailboat
Into the vastness it did float.
And never again to be seen,
though my sight is not very keen.
Purposefully did I look away,
no see, no hear, no evil say.
I was glad the bastard was gone.
Everything about him was wrong.
At eight, now the man of the house.
Now everyone please just get out!
M. Zane McClellan
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