A time to be so small Saw you from the urchin side Saw him under the boat Saw you making knots Saw you get the rope Boy appearing on the deck Making it lurch Bubble of your interests Ready to burst He whistles and he runs Saw you in distraction The Sleeping slow despair Rehearsing an erection He wasn't even there Feature is a creature Though you wish you were the wind The Boat will not stop moving If you tie him up until the end He whistles and he runs so hold him fast Reap the burn ,you want to let it last He might succumb to what you haven't seen He has a keen eye for what you used to be see (*) when the cadaverous mob Saves the doors for the dead man You can not leave I want you to be there When he gets to the end Have to find a way
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