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Nate E Graves Mar 2013
The waves tumble, roil and writhe against our mighty ship
The cold wind stings my face and the wind tips my hat
“Hold fast!” I yell to my crew but to no avail
The ship goes down under the sea to place where the bones of many others lay
But I laugh at the wind and the rain and the sea
For they are my friends…

— The End —