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adrift

conkers

Our little ship with paper sail
Sets out upon the sea –

A narrow nutshell for the boards
Holds us both in state;

And with brave splinter for a mast
’T will weather any gale.

The 2nd of November 2007, a Friday, at 14.05.

Generally: poetastery, quotidian; more specifically to do with: chestnuts, poetastery, ship, still.

Might be similar to: ‘19.iii.2023’ ·

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