When through her mercurial waves
we rode
she would rage
and only simmer when twilight sings
Woe! betide they that flutter-
round her shallow floor
for there lies her fierce chloer
and her wildest flaws
Dear sailor,
row your boat gently down her stream
carefully, carefully,
for she doth loose her seams
I have vowed never to surf in her shallow shores
but deep plunges to dare
at the soul of her course
riding, sailing, rowing
Boldly in the hurdles of her character
drowned in the magic of her essence
till i disappear
beyond her fathomless belly
DAP
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