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This is a poem that I wrote in my home on the Island I grew up on.

Submitted:Feb 7, 2009    Reads: 116    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   

The waves they crash-

Around my boat, as I set sail-

Let them crash, I don't care-

My boat goes seaward still-

Towards the rising sun-

I will ride-

Upon my steed-like boat.


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