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I've made my ship from the washed-up wood
of weathered hopes
and failed expectations-
a resolute rudder now cuts through waves,
a clear bold wind unfurls the sails

adrift on a sea of babble and boons
my fortitude circles on Albatross wings-
faith placed the olive leaf in my hand,
victory wreathed my brow

there is no mutiny between
the rutter and the wheel-
stern to bow