Raise the sail and nail
It to the boom, now stoop
And with the toughest twine
Bind the boom and affix the
Rudder hard over so but
In circles shall thy craft
Drive its draft, for what’s
A life that lacks its due
Of swells? Seek no
More for your cast off
Shore and sink within
Your spinning ship with
A future secure as the
Past with promise was
Perpetually poor.
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