The boat ploughed on. Now Alcatraz was past
And all the grey waves flamed to red again
At the dead sun's last glimmer. Far and vast
The Sausalito lights burned suddenly
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I wish this did not capture my childhood so well. For twelve years, at about his time, my: back
Slumped to the old half-cringe.... Oh, how well I remember what I would rather forget. And those fat, bloated voices (an the thin, shrill ones) , and the names they called you.
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I wish this did not capture my childhood so well. For twelve years, at about his time, my: back Slumped to the old half-cringe.... Oh, how well I remember what I would rather forget. And those fat, bloated voices (an the thin, shrill ones) , and the names they called you.