Rhymes of Two Ancient Mariners . . . (cont.)

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Planks were peeling off
Colors once bright fading
Paint was stained by rust . . .
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An anchor slowly rusting with its chain
While flowers sprouting on the deck
Broke into bloom . . .
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Tired old ropes with half hearted hitches
Held the two together, barely . . .
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One could almost imagine standing spread legged on the deck
As the bow broke through, plowed through towering waves . . .
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This was no five star hotel
The comfort cabin for man's most basic needs
Was a simple affair
Now fallen into disrepair . . .
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And heaven help the curious soul
Who would look at the dark innards
Of the ancient mariner
Long rotting from years of hard drink
Assisted by a flash of light
Casting harsh rays into the belly of the machine . . .
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Immatriculations MX 195135 & MX 430050
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