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'I do not
We insist
Sailing in our separate
And in tiny caravel
Tiring of trying, there's a dying

Like the crab
In its proper season sheds its
Such from our friends
a scratch across a lens
Made look wrong

anywhere we stood
And our paper blew
Before we'd the bay
So half-blind we wrote these
On sheets of wood

You caught me eyes
At the other boat wives
And me laughing louder
At the told by their daughters

I'd set my course for
But you understand
It a steady hand

To navigate adulterous
The propeller's blades
Held acquaintance with the
As mistakes I've made

No rowing could
The low on the mast
Like to say got no past
But I'm
The and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass

And mildew on my
I'd never want someone so
As to someone like me
But a few leagues off the
I bit a flashing

And I you, it was not
it expected it to be
I still taste its
That hook in my lip

Is a as useless
As a rod a reel
To an anchor ever
Seasick yet

spotted napping
With his mate at the wheel
forgetfully along
With no need to be

We keep our confessions
And when we pray we it short
I drank a thimble full of
And I'm not coming back

Oh, my God!

'I do not exist,' we insist
watching sink the heavy ship
Of we knew

If ever you come
I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could never you
as beautiful as You