A true sad case
in sense and senseless
in bits and whole
Clouds precious time
in the day
It tames one side
a damaged plank
Bottom there is none
And all there is plain
never gone to sail
for lower mid or rain
Soles in rags utter
a punctured wail
All fun drained out
for a sour tale went out
loud and clear to bank
Even the waves got to hear
an illusion of a name
character in a familiar game
Whales bathe in
the fun got rolling
Dried petals afloat
in the middle of vast ocean
There some crook had left a sail.
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