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Noah’s children
were lost at sea
two hundred – seventy four days
give or take.
And Noah’s children
couldn’t grasp the idea
of life without civility.
Noah’s children
weren’t irrepressant braggarts.
And Noah’s children
slept two hundred – seventy four nights
on hard wood floors
in the cold bowels of a ship
lost at sea.
Noah’s children didn’t care
for the latest cause for Earth Day.
Noah’s children sacrificed little
for companionship.
And Noah’s children prayed
two hundred – seventy four days consecutive
for the waters to recede
and slept two hundred – seventy four nights
on dusty floors
in the cold bowels
of a ship
lost at sea.

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