Lick and Frolic |
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Chapter 1 |
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| Inspiration: porthole windows The ship is rolling beneath my feet About me people quail As sea sickness strikes them down, Below deck they retreat. I find a space on upper deck, Sit on a coil of rope. Gazing out across the sea As waves lick at the ship and foam. Flashing fins of grey frolic Closely by our side. Laughing together us Misfits, As the shipfish play by us. |
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