Out to listless seas the little township
Extends its pier of friendship.
O how its craggy feet would have savoured
But one wavelet, good-humoured!
From what dismissive, dead in the water
Tide-throbbed, are we to infer
When under guise of surreptitious mists
Roll them in for spectral trysts?
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