shackled to the landward
it is landed
one last heave me hearties
and we have it
rope the beast sea
chain the ropes soaking
rust the times gruel
small chain the large chains
small rope the big ropes
anchors aweigh
the hostelries aglow with tales
of the anchor-less shanties
the quayside’s passing night
of the high spirits
this one high and dry thought
cast adrift no more
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