thought of your dish wallowing on tar
could drive your appetite to bottom
even what's in front of you was frozen
years ago at ten below fahrenheit
a mere suggestion spark reaction
some soothing some not well like
unknown to most we dump everything
at sea every waking hours at 24/7
what else you think we didn't throwaway
at san diego we used to do burial at sea
with coffin and all; some refuse to sink
we have to do something for navsafe
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