Filthy be the moat
but the boat
it wants to float
unsunk
merrily carried by gale
it wants to find
new moats
drains and winds
boat of paper
with holes of light
yet, happily it sails
the going adds smiles
painfully sinking
days are only coming
today is to enjoy
down it races ahoy!
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