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ABSTRACT POEMS
I listen to her squeak.
I listen to her squawk.
That's the way she does talk.
She loves to rub up against the dock.
. I like in my bunk.
Love the soft clunk.
It is the motion.
It is the ocean.
Love the motion of the ocean.
Love the motion of the sea.
A soft song, see, to me.
The lines hold us to the dock tight, all night.
We will be alright.
The lines hold us to the dock tight, all day.
We will be ok.
We will not float away.
See, as fun as they would be for me.
Wake up in the middle of the ocean.
Mom and dad would not be glad.
No, in fact, I think they might be mad.
