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STORMY NIGHT
Gone is the mill pond
The storm rages wildly
Slapping foaming cold mass
Over the side and
The decks blow cold
Torrential rain falls
Cutting the atmosphere
Like tiny spears, causing
Splintering shards
To fly furiously
Hanging over the side
In a dubious attempt to
Tie securely
To anchored rings
Darkness adds to a
Blind frustration
Tarpaulins flap and crash
Heavily
Seething
Night thunders on
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