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Sail Mates We're drifting in the shallows, For the wind has died away. The air is warm and heavy, As we ghost along the bay. The sail hangs slack above us And a languor fills our bones, While listening to the lapping Of the water's liquid tones. There's a gust, the wind is back, We must tend our boat once more, Falling on a starboard tack And our spirits start to soar. There's only wind and water And a great expanse of sky, The tiller and the rudder, Our boat, my love and I! |
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