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Verses

Verses

A draught of the finest liquor, Of essence pure and strong, Tingling its way down, warm It is a cool breeze blowing, Scattering the prevailing stillness, Shaking those things that once stood firm;

Hesitation

Hesitation

He stood there,
Every rising of the sun,
At the jetty gear packed,
Ready to go, waiting,
Till the great golden orb waned,
The great vessels come and go,
Floating cities,
Means to his dreams,
Yet he stood there.