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<h2>A Channel Passage</h2>
<p>The damned ship lurched and slithered. Quiet and quick<br/>
My cold gorge rose; the long sea rolled; I knew<br/>
I must think hard of something, or be sick;<br/>
And could think hard of only one thing — YOU!<br/>
You, you alone could hold my fancy ever!<br/>
And with you memories come, sharp pain, and dole.<br/>
Now there's a choice — heartache or tortured liver!<br/>
A sea-sick body, or a you-sick soul!<br/>
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Do I forget you? Retchings twist and tie me,<br/>
Old meat, good meals, brown gobbets, up I throw.<br/>
Do I remember? Acrid return and slimy,<br/>
The sobs and slobber of a last years woe.<br/>
And still the sick ship rolls. 'Tis hard, I tell ye,<br/>
To choose 'twixt love and nausea, heart and belly.<br/></p>
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