31 lines
669 B
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31 lines
669 B
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categories:
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- Poem
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ratings: G
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date: 2017-02-20
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type: post
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tags:
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- Poetry
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title: Heligoland
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---
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<div class="verse">
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Too many wine-dark seas need daily traversal,
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And here the shipping forecast calls for rain.
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The shipping forecast! What a load of bollocks.
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You can listen from start to finish
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And not hear a single word about how a day will feel.
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Or maybe it's a pale, tired, steganography:
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Moderate, becoming poor, violent storm 11.
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Burning up, drowning, torn by wind, and all I can manage
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is to tell you southwest gale 8 to storm 10.
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I can point at the moon, exhausted, bored, decaying,
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And hope you don't stare blankly at my finger.
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</div>
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*Thanks to P.R.*
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