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He sits, longwinded as Zephyr can make a man,
and I wonder, do the crew make jokes.
"If only we culd git Captain Tarr ta' talk at the
sails a bit, we'd make port inna' few hours."
As he goes on and on about the recent scuffle
with pirates or women, (can't remember which)
I wish that I were the boat. And he were the north
winds, pushing me, gently, silently, away.
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