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How Sick—to Wait—in Any Place—but Thine

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How sick—to wait—in any place—but thine—
I knew last night—when someone tried to twine—
Thinking—perhaps—that I looked tired—or alone—
Or breaking—almost—with unspoken pain—

And I turned—ducal—
That right—was thine—
One port—suffices—for a Brig—like mine—

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Tapan M. Saren 23 April 2017

Another good poem......

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Zakir Hussain Haidary 10 January 2017

Ours be the tossing—wild though the sea— Rather than a Mooring—unshared by thee. Ours be the Cargo—unladed—here— Rather than the spicy isles— And thou—not there—

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