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Jan 2014
I worry where my ship will drop anchor,
                           and where the journey will end.
I worry if you'll set sail with me,
                           or tear down my mast.

I worry when the winds change direction,
                           while I'm asleep below deck.
I worry that my crew will call mutiny,
                           for a captain's mistake.

I worry where I'll throw my line,
                           or if I'll even get a bite.
I worry why I worry so much,
                           and then I remember that I'm
           in open water.
Dan
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