The helm's alee, all decks secured,The sails tight-reefed and lashed.The sea-anchor strains, the rigging hums,And the sailor's hopes are dashed.For with anxious eyes and hesitant heartHe quails as the Tempest comes.
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Nice, oroboros. Thanks.
Mar 11, 2007