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voyagers

Voyagers  The old ship rust stripped like a Sudanese mule doomed to carry fleeing people across a landscape of despair Why, she floats is a lasting mystery From one obscure port to another she finds her way The captain and the chief are never sober plays ten-cent poker The captain signs the manifesto but takes no interest, what's in the ship's hold other than massive rats  when did the pair come onboard, was it when they were young and wore uniforms and had shiny black shoes inspected  the crew's fingernail on Saturdays? Morning in La Plata tomorrow I will go ashore in Buenos Aires eat fresh meat and dance the tango.  

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