++ Holland ++
THe ship to holland awaits,
my presence, required at the docks.
sailing on black water
and rusty lakes.
stormy rivers,
on bloody drapes.
every tick is a mystery,
Will thy sails sink now
or drown on daylight?
will thy might endure these rocks
or will I not stay afloat.
Yet the end is perish
For me,
then the world shall finally cherish.
10/02/07
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