The rent is up and I'll sail into the churning sea.
Forever sailing is what I'll be.
Dancing on deck and living alongside this tremendous current.
I'll dock in a place where I can watch the stars.
I leave at dusk...
4...6...6...3...2...9...3...
Saturday, August 7, 2010
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