The ills of pills, unmasting ships to drift.
No way for wind to wind their wanting fabric
And thoughts from touted travelers have no gift
Without a clear set course to work their magic.
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The force of gravity for Plumbless Bob,
And pendulum perplexed with many sources
With magnets unassigned a dut’ly job,
By pills tyrannical with furtive forces.
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One purposeful …
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