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title: Voyage
week: 19
date: 2025-05-13
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humongous high beam waves\
crashing with a roar\
lashing on our hull\
beneath the cabin floor

across the sea we travel\
destinations not so near\
this voyage gently carried\
by unrelenting fear

land on the horizon\
speaks out to us with hope\
peered at from afar\
with brass and glass turned scope

the ending's now in sight\
as we wash up by the dock\
bashed and bruised and battered\
our sea-torn home-bound flock
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Sails filled with billows, spurring our bows breach\
The morns brisk wind brings waves of frigid spray\
Maintaining course, sail trimmed for a beam reach.\
Our only trace a wake in quick decay

At nights fall surrounded by glistening\
The starry reflections on moving seas\
But ye beware of late night listening\
The sirens song turns sweet the bitter breeze