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My Boat

With eyes like telescopes, looking to far away lands
You are the quintessential seafaring maiden
With strong winds that drive your huge canvas hands
And indestructible cannon-arms
You are a force of nature.
Taking the low road through the high seas,
Fighting dirty is your specialty
There will be no swabbing on your deck,
For you are everything you’ve experienced;
All the dirt, the grime, the tears, the sweat, the blood, the tangled hair, the dirtied fingernails, the chipped tooth, the scarred flesh, the hollowed hull.

You wear your stains like badges of honor,
And that’s exactly what they are.



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