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Dave Bonta
Waters deaf and most amorous
make bad company.
Water fell, choosing places to keep
with great authority.
Captains of the fleet
coming cap in hand
went home with a hose.
I broke an egg
and found therein
a broad water, a fleet,
a little room of which
I am very glad.
A fair fleet fell into vice.
Frigates did us in, broke,
creeping at the scuttle,
the sea exceeding us
in business and in bed.
The water came
with letters from the land
to the air
with this fleet of ice.