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WICKED AFLOAT He asails the Irish dawn-- avidly tore a hole in yellows She in dreams --awaits his eyes blue-cast amidst the ice fog-- eagerly searches Other maddened icebound maidens awaited longships and thrilling iron fellows Weary of ice and snow -- encompassing thrumming asunder hearts --aborn to escape Dragonheads emerge through ice clouds-- elate fragile idling maidens awake Ships escort Thor's exhilerating beckoned iron hammered army

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