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When the still sea conspires an armor
And her sullen and aborted Currents breed tiny monsters True sailing is dead Awkward instant And the first animal is jettisoned |
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| Legs furiously pumping
Their stiff green gallop And heads bob up Poise Delicate Pause Consent In mute nostril agony Carefully refined And sealed over |
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