'Too Many Poets'

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The craft was grounded in the Bay
The sandy jewel within the rocky shore
A ring of people in the waves
A preacher shouted ‘Let us Pray’.

The young girl cried and pushed again
A child was born amidst the thunders roar
The people wandered from the scene
The preacher shouted his refrain.

This life is really hell
And you must serve the wheel of time
But there’s an angel on the sleeve
Of everyone who chooses to believe.

A girl grew up though deaf and mute
Beauty and perception did in her reside
Chastised she was and deemed a fool
They feared the child of King Canute.

Then came the time when she would go
They thought she trod the path alone that day
The water poured from windows high
Within the castle walls she hated so.

This life is really hell
And you must serve the wheel of time
But there’s an angel on the sleeve
Of everyone who chooses to believe.

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