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Jun 2012
for a moment
i wished that i was
sailing over the ocean,

far away from land,
far away from the world.

but i stop and think again
and i remember that
i don't like water,

hardly even to drink,
maybe to mix with scotch,
but then, only in its frozen state.
This one is from my first book.
Irving MacPherson
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