Howevermany vital storms could there be
Wheremust they whisk my wife away to sea

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For twelve long months I wept at bay
But one day berthed to wail away

 

Strength of grip does flee the posts
Like alaskan kings' limbic ghosts

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The wind shuts my mouth pleasantly

Howls the same for me and                   she

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To her I'm gone just all'n same

What other cent's there to my name

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Haven't a thing to give away

Hence my post is free today