Getting my Sea Legs.
How did I get here?
I am made of wood and nails.
A little dinghy.
Rolling seas abound,
foaming - moaning - full of ire.
Riding on the swells.
"Monkey, hold on tight,"
I say with waves crashing down.
The ocean...giggles.
posted by The Indifferent Monkey @ 6:14 PM
1 Comments:
phaselus ille, quem videtis, hospites,
ait fuisse navium celerrimus
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