Our shaper who art in Lahaina, Ole be thy name, Thy shape will come, Thy glass job done, in Kahului as it was in Lahaina. Give us this day our daily waves, and forgive us our wipeouts; As we forgive those who have dropped in on us. And lead us not into the close out, but deliver us through the bowl scetion. For thine is the low tide, the off shore, and the tuberide, Forever and ever. Amen ©1987 Kirk Boes Want a poem posted? Send it to Andy@Go-surfer.com |
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