SHIP

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ABSTRACT POEMS

 

   Nothing to do.
  Nothing to view.
  Water blue.
  Wish this trip was through.  
Nothing but the ocean.
  Nothing but the sea.
  Why is this happening to me?
    The ship does rock.
  There's nobody to talk. 
  The ship does roll.
   I wish it was over, this trip whole.
  
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