Once upon a Monday,
there was no cause to mourn,
the battering of seas
against her hull ebbing,
a warm wind of change buffeting,
almost as if a few of her wishes
had been heard
and were left to fall
into her open hands.
Once upon a Monday,
there was no cause to mourn,
the battering of seas
against her hull ebbing,
a warm wind of change buffeting,
almost as if a few of her wishes
had been heard
and were left to fall
into her open hands.
The Word Rummager 
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