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like a ship

I do not slip
the waves pass under
I bob beneath the thunder
a wobble, not a wreck
a little water on deck
keeps me cold and clean
brisk and mean
like the risks I've seen
I am stable
like a riveted boat
I yawn and spread my weight
and it's hard not to float.
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