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Aug 1
Heron, old clinker built wooden boat
once rode the sea all round about
now she is permanently beached
a slow rotting down into the garden
with wildflowers peeking o'er her bow
where waves used to crash and splash
salty sea no longer to test her strength
all battles over, but she still rides the winds.
Written by
nivek
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