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Starboard Saints

starboard saints rowing ridges over trembling tides, we're brewing boulders topped with wintery whitecaps sinking slowly, we whisper defeated dirges to the abyssal plains ----------

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Date: 7/11/2014 12:56:00 PM
There seems to be a hetoic hum in this dirge to a new depth Riverbank. I like the surreal quality to this poem. J.A.B.
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