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Whether Report Weather* Report, January 11, 1988 Good evening, This is Rapunzal... Lines on the latest Retrive-Retie on Typhoon Roy Rogers, (I hope you're as mild as Happy Trials) Seas of 26 feet Boats of leaden keel Heel and heave to. The locks of fantasy are expected to reach across the entire ocean as they loosen. ...BREAK...BREAK... "This is your governor. I am a simple family man.** Go home and secure your possessions - the tresses of your human bondage*** Take this storm seriously. It will be more than a daliance with break of routine." ...BREAK...BREAK... It moves at break neck speed. -STANDING BY BEFORE THE MAST**** * or not ** from the land of the palm trees *** my thinking gets tangled **** my master |
Additional Notes:
This poem has a visual component that I couldn't display. It is written on graph paper and has a fanciful embellished picture of the plot for Tyhoon Roy. It also includes icons that are labeled: heart of the matter*,; (feet) of lead (Pb)**; (heart) of gold (Au).
It was written while we lived on our sailboat.
Unbeknownst to me, my husband and I would separate during the summer of this year. I look on this poem as a foreshadowing.
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