Friday, January 3, 2003

In Port Comments

Rating: 2.7

Out of the fires of the sunset come we again to our own­
We have girdled the world in our sailing under many an orient star;
Still to our battered canvas the scents of the spice gales cling,
And our hearts are swelling within us as we cross the harbor bar.
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Lucy Maud Montgomery
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