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When I was a boy, I battled the sea.

The encroaching tide, in arrogance

Imposed its will upon the others, but not I.

And so I fought - So I struggled,

Throwing my body at the waves, gaining ground

Until my chin touched water.

Rarely did it topple me, and even then

I would rise, and force Neptune to bow to me.

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