1 NOVEMBER 2013

Water water everywhere
And all the boards did shrink
Water water everywhere
Nor any drop to drink.

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God save thee, Ancient Mariner
From the fiends that plague thee thus!
Why look'st thou so?
With my crossbow
I shot the Albatross.

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Ah! well a-day! what evil looks
Had I from old and young!
Instead of the cross, the Albatross
About my neck was hung.

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From Rime of the Ancient Mariners
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge)