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You harbor your doubts like the ancient port of Calais.
They wither and harden with age. They creak and groan under the swelling tide as the mooring ropes fade in the sun. I yearn for open water and following winds as time passes and my rudder decays. Damn this age of computerized chrome with all its suspicions that block my passage. Free your doubts and unfurl your soul. Take of me as you give to me Grasp firmly the wheel and go to sea. |
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invokes deep thought processes...
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Thanks Old Hipster!
Deep thought processes? ...as all good poetry should, right? |
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Gerald, loved your poetry,come back and share more of it someday.
You will be missed. |
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