The glutinous ground formed into mud itself,
Leaving us in muddy thoughts and sentences.
They were heavily dirty streets, so applause
Vanished when centuries obviously straightened.
The dumbfounded children were happy about
Saltwater, why do we cry in the briny airs?
Stuck on the wilderness, we saw oceans of baffled
Women, men of the higher sort and mystery.
Seafaring men were remedied as sailors,
So bemused, belittled by the remedies of science.
I have a naval felony, in my sleep the sailors
Convict their captains in my sleep of mud.
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