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Flying - Fish Sailor

The sea, is right enough, I say,
When squalls blow o'er and things are still,
Wind, wind enough the sails to fill,
And we glide o'er a summer sea.

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  • Nam
    November 16, 2004
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    Without the title I feel it's quite clear to what Robertson is writing about here. Of course I've read enough of these to get that perception so perhaps not all would, but I feel it's quite clear.

    A good piece that Robertson has written here.