Sentinel Old Refuge
A red dirty refuge of old
Such a small Eiffel tower
That draws a force of cold
At a pinnacle not coward.
The drowning sea envelops
From a bottom deep
But collapses at it's feet
Speaks turn away old fella
See the water high and roaring
But notice it's my back I give
Among the dirt washed to the shore
I'll keep you safe so that you'll live
April 5 2016
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