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It is an easy enough thing To prove: a man is not here When he is gone: Whither The wind. The same may Well be said of all points Along his passage. So brief Now and here is its kin and Equally likely to wander. Tight or loose tautologies do Not stay the ship our departure But there is more for we would Linger yet captain still of every Crossing seeking what will be No matter what the whether- It too shall pass as a certainty Between now and then i am. While Reading Conrad's "The Mirror of the Sea"
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Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
Sailing
It is an easy enough thing To prove: a man is not here When he is gone: Whither The wind. The same may Well be said of all points Along his passage. So brief Now and here is its kin and Equally likely to wander. Tight or loose tautologies do Not stay the ship our departure But there is more for we would Linger yet captain still of every Crossing seeking what will be No matter what the whether- It too shall pass as a certainty Between now and then i am. While Reading Conrad's "The Mirror of the Sea"
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Sep 18, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
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