W.C. Hull Poet Free verse

Eighty Four Voices

Last Moments of the Crew 
of the Ocean Ranger?

Eighty-four voices cried out in the night 
In the roar of the wind driven seas. 
Help us, we're drowning, this rig's going down 
And we'll miss Valentine's Day. 
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Damn! Why won't it work; they said that it would! 
Why the hell can't we right her back up? 
Help us, we're drowning, our rig's going down 
And we'll miss Valentine's Day. 
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This rig’s a-listing; can't right her back up. 
We all tried hard but it wouldn’t work. 
The winds are howling, huge waves swamping us 
And we'll miss Valentine's Day. 
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Eighty-four voices prayed hard in the night, 
My god will we not see tomorrow? 
Help! We're drowning, Ocean Ranger is doomed 
And we'll miss Valentine's Day. 

(Chorus) Repeat first verse...... 
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W.C.Hull © 2004-15-2-723

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Darlene De Beaulieu February 14, 2022 at 11:05 AM Hello W.C. Hull, this is a song in poetry form. Enjoy your day my friend. Darlene De Beaulieu February 15, 2022 at 7:36 AM Hello W. C. Hull, I hope all is well with you. enjoy your day Your welcome my friend. W.C. Hull February 14, 2022 at 11:08 PM Thank you much.