We start to keel over as we try to mend.
If we go too far, we slip into the sea.
Like a fish out of water without glory or glee.
April, 1993
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| Sailing along, catching the wind. We start to keel over as we try to mend. If we go too far, we slip into the sea. Like a fish out of water without glory or glee. |
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| Zachary M. W. Little April, 1993 |
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