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not to be read aloud

It rained the woe begotten day
The winds brought sails of black to shore,
Much like the winds that howl today

And rain that beats against the door
Still broken from the horrid force,
The cracking wood, the angry roar,

Of men who came with club and horse
To take whate’re, whoe’re they please
And in their wake leave red remorse

That, drying in the gentle breeze
Turned crusted brown by light of day,
Dissolved, and ran into the seas.

So now with all my heart I pray
For rain to wash this world away.

- recovered from a notebook several miles offshore.

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