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Horse LatitudesWhen the still sea conspires an armorAnd her sullen and aborted Currents breed tiny monsters, True sailing is dead Awkward instant And the first animal is jettisoned, Legs furiously pumping Their stiff green gallop, And head bob up Poise Delicate Pause Consent In mute nostril agony Carefully refined And sealed over |