Sure Of What I C While @ Sea's Bottom. A Anchor.
Roar Of A Mind With Freedom It's Sudden Chore.
Glare, Again, @ Those Pretty Things 2 Adore I'll B Leaving. The Anchor.
Survivor Of Some Ancient Battle, Stuck Here Making My Due. I Know I've Walked All Of This Sea's Bottom. May-B A Spell Has Kept Me Here?, I Was The Victor.
Sure Hold Of The Anchor & Upwards I Go. Now, Onship & Reciting Scripture N Praise Of Anchor.
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Author:
Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just Out 2 Sea 4 A Spell.
- Category: Fantasy
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