Smell it fresh like fish, nose wide open
A sea stirs in the depths of every coastal shower
to sheets attached on offshore moving columns.
Here we go again down to the sea in ships,
pray we return to our families.
Stand fast to wind, you race of sailors.
Bend to gale, but be not shattered.
You shutters, facing east, be you stoic.
You gutters and down sprouts come alive.
Deluge of Noah! By Neptune, again it's pouring.
Gables and planks and life boats,
brace yourselves against the stiff Atlantic.
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