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Jack White's Roadie...
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When the still sea conspires an armor
And her sullen and aborted Currents breed tiny monsters, True sailing is dead. Awkward instant And the first animal is jettisoned, Legs furiously pumping Their stiff green gallop, And heads bob up Poise Delicate Pause Consent In mute nostril agony Carefully refined And sealed over. |
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Jack White's Roadie...
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Knowhutimean, Vern?
Join Date: Oct 2008
First Name: Andy
Location: In a little town somewhere in the USA
Posts: 10,237
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I knew by reading the poem that the poet must have good taste.
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