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Jan 2017
For a moment
I wished that I was
sailing  over the ocean.

Far away from land,
far away from the earth.

But I thought again
and I remember that
I don't like water,

Hardly to drink,
maybe to mix with scotch
but then, only in its frozen state.
Irving MacPherson
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