Anxious-stepped, his world; even
Uneasy scanned out to.
Like that hefty troublous sea
High skirted by up-blew
Into our faces, but when
Off-track all cares! But for
What added, not took from life
A tonic makes one soar!
Collar-cowered, with head, his
Ongoing dealt with fuss.
Like what roars for a storm-threat
But summers, relieves us!
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