I Loath to Swim

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I loath to swim
This sea of bile
Pain thou inflicts
With sickly smile

My craft is soft
As new born hatched
Plead young, plead frail
To stronger, attached

My tender flesh
Is prod with spear
No sage shed pity
Won naught but jeer

To worth aspire
Spit bitter of fame
You won. You lost.
Wear proud thy name





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