Thursday, January 2, 2003

The Ship Of Souls Comments

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The vessel passes cross the moon, beyond my window sill,
She's masted, a square rigger, but no wind makes her sails fill.

No flag has she up on her stay, a pennant will suffice,


J. Stephen Keller
C Misenheimer 05 June 2009

J. Keller I enjoyed this poem. I like the context of your vocab. Keep writing.

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