Only habit.
Habit;
Is it?
Plying an oar?
Crowd being perplexed standing
On the shore
Watch rowing
Only I know
And knows water
What tricks...
Am I so stout?
Storm breaks the habitual nest
Again shameless south-wind blowing..
A public show..
Actually vicious current of water
Expects a boat on her chest;
To tell the truth I'm just a tout.
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