A little after noon a small piece of land
Was spied upon and subjected to treason
That lifted the tables to the air.
On board was another ship found laying there
With some miles behind the rest.
My first work was the noon,
And it gained acceptance, like him.
It was like him that evidence seeped
And leaked like water, to and fro.
The tide had to immerse itself
And discover a new country of water
And minerals of the whole way.
Off with the clothes and swim
To the ocean's edge like a coin
In the air after a match has been
Decided.
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