The Wharves of Sorrow

I will meet you at the
wharves of sorrow when
your boat comes  in - I will

meet you with my
sorrow I will
meet you with a grin

and we will sit, a-
wheelhousing and
tell our tales over and

over again until our
ancestors come
to claim us

and take us home.
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