One.
“Raise ‘e anchors!”
The mast stands tall against the sky. You were the Captain and I am first mate, the finest on the ocean blue. Mermaids line our brig and falling stars set the sky alight.
But as you enter the garden gate, collar-stiff and briefcase astride,
Time the Sea-Maiden retire to Davey Jones’ Locker.
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