Quote (Conri @ Jan 15 2010 09:16pm)
My girl, linen and curls
Lips parting like a flag all unfurled
She's grand the bend of her hand
Digging deep into the sweep of the sand
Waylaid, the din of the day
Boats bobbing in the blue of the bay
In deep, far beneath
all the dead sailors slowly slippin' to sleep