Sunday, September 30, 2018

When last I looked

Said the captain to first mate
"It must be something that I ate

for when I look across the sea
and think of what it all could be

then taste the salty swell of fate
I find the will to recreate

the empty canvas I did see
when last I looked across the sea."

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