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Wednesday, January 8, 2025
No where near an ocean
No where near an ocean
This land locked pirate casts
Sights over cornfield waves
Telephone poles for masts
No home port or country
Is this even my time
Less the modern word, more
Ancient Mariner’s Rime
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