Supposing all is wind
I reckon 'twill be good with gin.
And thinking time will dip
Un— caring,
By heavens what compliment with herring!
A man's a man whether Orion sees us,
I'll drink to that …my sea luck breezes
And chance I stop at clocks awhile
I'll linger— give the stars a smile.
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