Alas, this is not treasure archeologists will only say what rubbish, how it ended up in the middle of the Pacific what manner of people were they nothing benign is cast away whether poem or plastic bag food refused, ideas discarded yesterday or the day before the future they didn't want why is this a sermon, won't you say it's more rubbish the ocean has its own problems it ebbs and flows without us it gazes sweetly at the moon?
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