My Small Boat
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
Fate’s book, but my italics.
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I should sugar and preserve my days like fruit! last words
He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.
Meeting at Night The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the…