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		The Pier by DANIEL. Wednesday, September 24, 2003
		The wind was gusting to and fro I hunched down on the pier- The wood was creaking, thunder rolled And yet I strained my ears The ship whose sails I longed to see The boom's crash that I sought The call of sailors o'er the wind Was naught but in my thoughts. Although I prayed with all my heart For the sea to let him go I felt deep down 'twas not to be- He'll sleep in the brine below.




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