Gazing across the ocean, my third great grandfather
Accounted for his time on board the great ship
Reckoning the life and land passing away from him in
Days and nights, nights and days, storm and calm
Never to see the cold land that so mistreated him
Ever again. Leaving it all behind in a foggy haze of
Remorse
Monday, April 23, 2018
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