The sea knows my name
and calls me ever homeward
here child, you’ll be safe
The sea owns my soul
echoes in the ebb and flow
waves’ endless lament
The sea holds my heart
safely wombed in fathoms deep
swaddling currents’ keep.
Peace, people.
"South Dakota is a swinged cat, better than she looks."
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By Ian Garrabrant
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I'd curtsy but I'm drunk.
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When it comes to stewed prunes, are three enough or are four too many?
