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Nov 2023
The mast light inches round anticlockwise
the tides and wind dictate its passage
this time of year more often than not
Big ships head for safe anchor in Scapa-Flow
sailing out of the tumult of seven tides
which sometimes they do not make
you can almost hear their cries as they are
swallowed whole into the deeps.....
Written by
nivek
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     Carlo C Gomez
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