Ice be invisible
increasing sea
its not what we wish for
further buoyancy
More than a cupful
rising the tides
each day that the white stuff
into the blue stuff slides
More than a cupful
of extra sea
chipping away at the ice
continualy
more than a cupful
and islands disappear
that ice doesn't know of
so far away from here
Ice gets hot
and loses lots of its extra shine
and the frozenness
is cut by golden line
More than a cupful
the tide's rise is immense
the beaches of the golden kind
are no defence
no fence.
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