Water hissed from the
wooden boards
On deck;
The exhalation of the Sea's cold,
The bounty of the night sea.
Though the men stood by
With shovels and rope,
A touch of inconvenience
For those unaware
Of graceful impact
Yet I notice, as always
I discover a great many things
Some of which,
I didn't set out to find.
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