Friday, August 25, 2017

9873. WASH THE SHIP, THEN FLOAT THE SEA

WASH THE SHIP, THEN 
FLOAT THE SEA
(the HMS Liverpool Linden)
The two seamen were sipping tomato soup on deck.
It seemed so weird to me. They said, 'Settin' out,
chilly morning, 6am.' I shook the one guy's monstrous
hand. 'Bon voyage then,' I said, 'I guess when you're out
there rolling the waves, you don't count miles as much
as time.' He agreed. 'It's mostly all sky,' the other guy said.
'You want to see eclipse, come a'sea with my heart.'

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