Woops
It was a blustry day said he
that man lone on the shore
when gained he did that old dear peg
from some foul titan’s roar
The beast she came in froth all white
to tear and scratch and howl
oh at men’s backs the tug the bite
groped some into its scowl
And all the old one had to say
was to his luck and sake
that to the deep he did not stray
but pay merely a leg
Tim Wilder
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