In the shipyard of my mind,
Where my thoughts are hard at work.
I build the strongest ships
That have ever sailed the seven seas.
I gather a crew at hand
And set the sails to catch the wind.
Off on a journey that has no end.
Strong men who know the risks.
Yet months at sea, the grumbling starts,
When will we ever land to see?
When all but seemed lost,
Land ho, The watch sailor cried.
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Jane