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Thursday, December 28, 2017
all aboard
Thunder swore how he sword, his word no hoard.
Given boom boom plunder, lite-fast all aboard;
wave cracking, ship slipping, storm keeling---
curse eloquent, blot specific, nature kneeling---
hearthstone of man, leveled on goddess pure sand,
dulled by time's plow, but good were it soe;
steep ornery wise; yet mean to reprimand
(gravity honeyed) how thunder flows
shudders thus owned are goose bump financed,
offshore sea serpents serendipitous;
muster old woden his namesake swan dallianced,
ornate furniture splendiferous
accrued his crew, crude
blot his sacrifice, true
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