The ship

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Like a resurrection ship, sails battered and worn,

A mast so dangerously inclined, that left mortals aghast,

On a compass bearing faith, intertwined with fate

Away from her anchored harbour, ambles forth.

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Mystical seas breathe the summer breeze, night falls and the stars gleam

But alas! Who could predict what Mother Nature has in store?

Soon winter came, the core stabbed in frost

The tides rolled in, slapped against the hull in storm.

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Abandon ship! The captain cries

For this deck’s no haven in Poseidon’s wrath.

Strain in vain, haywire wheels spun wild,

The ship tempest-tossed, once again wrecked and washed ashore.

— 19 Jan 2012

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