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I Could Have...
Upon the dusty shores I watched
the calming waves of sea debauched.
They seem to whisper in my ear
then motioned me to venture near.
Now had I known to swim not sink
I could have held the salty drink.
I drifted deeper into sea
then felt my spirit wander free.
I saw a phantom fierce and wet.
His ghostly ship was sailing yet.
The sea surged up, its laughter hard
and caught the seaman off his guard.
I felt the blow of pounding waves
that pulled me deeper into caves.
Above me, trackless waters grew
then turned the sea a blacker blue!
If only I had learned to float,
I could have grabbed that raft or boat.
The paling smile of sandy beach,
grew far outside my grasp or reach.
When doomed ships wreck when oceans flare,
a ghost must turn the swells that scare,
and sail them first with haunting kiss
then cast the winds that howl and hiss.
I dare you brave this unknown vast
to see a specter raise her mast.
Sea goers know who's at the helm.
For it is I who ride the realm!
But had I learned one swimming stroke,
I could have wrote this as a joke!
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