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Ulysses Wake

Ulysses Wake Is Ulysses not just as much an oar as he is wind that fills misguided sails? O! Ship! Your chart and shooting of the stars, those warriors sick for home you've led astray, delivering to cyclops and their ploy and all the joy of sirens. Sleep dear boy. You must not dream Penelope's untrue, amidst her suitors with your aging dog. Ulysses wake! Your crew and ship await and you must string the bow for old time's sake. © ron wilson arbuthnot aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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