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I write letters to some other sea,
who lay long in bed—
one formerly and now again
to be employed as the sea—
about the admiral, an old hypocrite.
Poems on the topic: admiral
Poems on the topic “admiral” on Poets.by.
The Green and Leafy Trees, They Stand
A solemn and impressive band,
With decorations in their hats
Like admirals and diplomats ;
And yet, their job is filling men
As dumb as they, with oxygen —
For all the splendid pomp they wear.
They do but pump the world with air.
Proving, that trees, beneath their hats,
Are admirals and diplomats.
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