Today I do not have a migraine. And I started a new poem, which is already an improvement. (I wish I had written Peter Spagnuolo's "Interpol 22019-1.7: The Head of the Hatra Apollo," but that can't be helped and I'm glad someone did.) And tonight is the first installment of TCM's Hammer Horror Fridays, of which I am planning to watch as many as contain Peter Cushing my brain can stand. Happy October. Wish me luck.
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- 1: Put your boots on, do they fit you comfortably?
- 2: And the clock ticks faster every year
- 3: Left you breathless in the brine
- 4: God knows what indiscretions I committed
- 5: Are there some aces up your sleeve? Have you no idea that you're in deep?
- 6: One to sing and one to haul and one to heave me when I fall
- 7: This is what water, wind and time and toil reveal
- 8: We're the ones who stand here now, but many others will again
- 9: And the shrouds hum full of the gale of the grave and the keel goes out to the sea
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