Dufus Glubmore Poet Rhyme

Let Become

Let become, young sailor,
Let become.
Tempest’s come, tempest’s go
To and from
And here.
Lest you can, young sailor,
Guide the winds,
Fret nor woe over ghosts.
Let them come.

Let Become, old sailor,
Let become.
Help has come, after age,
With your sum
And soul.
Yet you cry, old sailor?
Ride the winds!
Rest your head, turn the page.
Let it come.

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