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I look to venture on an adventure of sorts,
One not perishable I do wish,
A kind of quest that takes stage on the high seas,
On one of those days that lingers from leave,
My brothers, my kin, let’s run away from here,
And return as mighty kings of the ocean,
Masters of our own paths,
This sail cannot guide me, I shall steer myself, you will see!
Bring me the horizon of the oncoming coast,
To boast in my ship and soak in the rays,
Sharks lay waiting all around me,
But I do not fear,
For I am the King of the sea.
A short playful poem

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