I’ve made a paper
Boat and sent it sailing
The rising seas.
As it sinks, I send
Another. “What an odd
Thing you do,” an old
Man pausing told me.
“It could have been
Darts or Mumbly Peg,”
I thought and he’d
Say the same. It may
Rain before I reef my
Main and the remnants
Of my tale.
I’ve been about it
Many years and have
Premises but no
Conclusions, paths,
Perhaps some soggy
Enough to lead me
Down to Doggerland.
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