Liberty Port
We strained,
Well taut,
All mooring lines to port,
Tying alongside Oriskiny,
Then lowered gangplank,
Riding on the pier.
Mail Call!
Sounds the 1-MC
Perfumed letters all,
From the One I Love.
Sealed with strawberry kisses,
And the sea.
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