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Saturday, 23 October 2010
Admiral poem
I am Admiral of all I survey:
The handkerchief sails;
The coat-tail wakes.
The waves twang and snap, and
wind rubs their black tips white.
The guns weep cannonballs
and the smoke grows horizontally,
crunky, fractal as cauliflower.
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