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atlantic/s (03/28/2020)
imagine doing the thankless job of rivets
hold together, you beleaguered son of a bitch
hold together, this heaving, creaking hull
this, sinking, stinking patchwork glory
made at the end of so many stubbed cigars
held wet, by the mouth
while two busy hands
idled towards retirement , pounding away
christening by the light of midnight oils, annointed
(10 in 1!)
in the warbled so...
Sunday 29th March 2020 1:32 pm
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