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Haunted berth
Haunted berth
Tonight I dream a hundred dreams
With this in my memory kept,
Beneath a lock that’s chained to an iron frame
To conceal the lost remains
Yet this dark, cold night seems blameless
When the moon is lit with gray,
And I lay warm in my haunted berth
A long, long way from home
For in all our evenings stolid calm
I hope for my passage home,
Here far beyond this placed storm
In the shadow of an evening gone
By m.n.
marklnorton@shaw.ca
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