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It's a Neptic (Neptune-ish) creation poem.


After the rain,

When the Earth is an ocean,

And the fire in her core is of ice.

And all of the beasts retreat to the sea,

To swim, And to sky to gain flight.

Many an Island had gone to the water.

Many a shore disappeared.

Many a man has grown flippers to swim,

And gills behind his ears.