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A Sinking Ship

    There sails a ship on stormy sea.
    T'was launched near fifty-three.
    Its Captain Bly can't reason why.
    He's adding cost of treasure lost.
    The cost is much too high.

    There sails a ship upon a dream.
    A splitting seam, a cracking beam,
    So battered, tattered, worn and torn,
    Still strikes its colors to show the others
    The captain is forlorn.

    Richard C. Hayner
    1971 ©

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