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Ship is chilling while her sailors
hit the shoreline houses that breathe
odors from animal passions

and so sunken have they fallen
drums can’t allow penetration
of her waves through the walls, that say,

Now this raining of sands that has
come so sudden to this harbor
upsetting a calm horizon

may mean extension of shore leave.
Legendary are charms native
chicks here exude. Might as well sink.

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