Swim Call
Sick waves tumble guts.
Quick gags stifle lunch.
Motions blurred gray illusion,
Icy spray sea infusion.
Slate fogged sky ahead and back,
Compass swinging out of whack.
Skid, slip, spin, and fall.
Don't panic, swim call.
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