34 lines
829 B
Markdown
34 lines
829 B
Markdown
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title: Voyage
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week: 19
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date: 2025-05-13
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humongous high beam waves\
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crashing with a roar\
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lashing on our hull\
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beneath the cabin floor
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across the sea we travel\
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destinations not so near\
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this voyage gently carried\
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by unrelenting fear
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land on the horizon\
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speaks out to us with hope\
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peered at from afar\
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with brass and glass turned scope
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the ending's now in sight\
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as we wash up by the dock\
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bashed and bruised and battered\
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our sea-torn home-bound flock
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Sails filled with billows, spurring our bows breach\
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The morns brisk wind brings waves of frigid spray\
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Maintaining course, sail trimmed for a beam reach.\
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Our only trace a wake in quick decay
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At nights fall surrounded by glistening\
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The starry reflections on moving seas\
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But ye beware of late night listening\
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The sirens song turns sweet the bitter breeze
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