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How long? Four years maybe five Still alive Survivor of a storm At least it's warm And fairly flat Except for the hill Which I still Climb every day It's the only way You could see a sail I have to believe That I will leave My sandy jail Do I need to explain It's the way I keep sane The thought that there might Be a touch of white Sailing the blue Is what gets me through Yet another day As a castaway
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Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 3:53 PM UTC
A story from another time told in rhyme
How long? Four years maybe five Still alive Survivor of a storm At least it's warm And fairly flat Except for the hill Which I still Climb every day It's the only way You could see a sail I have to believe That I will leave My sandy jail Do I need to explain It's the way I keep sane The thought that there might Be a touch of white Sailing the blue Is what gets me through Yet another day As a castaway
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Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 3:53 PM UTC
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