6am and it feels like midnight's
sealed up tight.
Up periscope and
look out for the
Cape of no Hope.
And if I'd sailed at dawn?
Loose talk where devils walk
will burn you.
Almost through the last two hoops,
whoops of joy from the stands and
me clapping my hands in glee.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 1:14 AM UTC
6am and it feels like midnight's
sealed up tight.
Up periscope and
look out for the
Cape of no Hope.
And if I'd sailed at dawn?
Loose talk where devils walk
will burn you.
Almost through the last two hoops,
whoops of joy from the stands and
me clapping my hands in glee.
Pick a stall, any stall.
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