| Saline Dreams |
| He possesses a strength not only in manner and thought but also in deed it is uncanny how the eyes of this portrait follow the movements of thee and thine and perhaps mine eyes have neither seen nor witnessed the glory of this so-said miraculous Statehood on which your faith is foundered, floundering we found our persons wrecked and wricked and racked on the very cork we had once stocked so much hope in that it seemed we our selves should break on the self-same rocky shoal of horror our good ship had nigh but gracefully mirthlessly ruthlessly made berth her noble soul oh how the fly dost weep without conviction we fly the subtle waters of the briny shores of sleep no more in an ever cascading will to shave o stave off that unnecessary hunger for it will bloat and sink thee more assuredly than our kitchen sink shall |
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