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Windward side stands firm and proud The sailing ship its sails a-straining Clever sailors move around Guiding hull through stormy waters Masts are bending through the gales Taking gusts within their shape Canvas flapping then goes taught Calmer waters seem so distant Temper timings never fraught Faces stung with salty sea spray Leathered hands holding firm Sheets are straining, weather raining Noise of waves is deafening too Sometimes when the ship is yawing Pitching, rolling, deck like glass It's no wonder cleats and blocks Are creaking, matelots lives are holding fast
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May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 6:24 PM UTC
Yawing hull
Windward side stands firm and proud The sailing ship its sails a-straining Clever sailors move around Guiding hull through stormy waters Masts are bending through the gales Taking gusts within their shape Canvas flapping then goes taught Calmer waters seem so distant Temper timings never fraught Faces stung with salty sea spray Leathered hands holding firm Sheets are straining, weather raining Noise of waves is deafening too Sometimes when the ship is yawing Pitching, rolling, deck like glass It's no wonder cleats and blocks Are creaking, matelots lives are holding fast
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May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 6:24 PM UTC
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