Sea Chanty at the Wave Door Inn

A pip with ivory key opens Flat 9 a single berth frigate thick anchored against treachery. …Sing, slosh, go quick Somber sailor stows weary bags samples and strolls up Dolphin Bridge across dreary docks and yawning yachts. …Boil, boys, go quick Away across the bay retired fishing boats lean satisfied old fishermen falling fence grasses.Continue reading “Sea Chanty at the Wave Door Inn”