Waiting for My Ship to Sail

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Rickety rocking chair

rocks back and forth

as I wait for my ship

to set sail.

Big dreams scamper

across my pillow

as I snore to the sound

of waves crashing .

I fight to hold my head above water,

sputtering and gulping

bobbing and flailing

as sharks sink sharp teeth

into the sails of my ship.

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