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Jun 2014
When I was borne
i was borne on the crest of a wave
and rocked by the cradle of the deep.

My mother is the tale
        of seahorses running
chariots to Atlantis!

My eyes!
My eyes are stars
      my teeth are Spars!
My hair is made
      out of seaweed.

And When;
When I spitz,
i spitz tar.  
I is tough,
I am,
I is,
I arggggg!
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