Fodder for bad poetry

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This can only be described in metaphorical terms.

A fodder for bad poetry.

As I’m inclined.

A boat run aground in low tide, water now absent.

An ancient anchor tethered.  Holding fast.

You are laid low.

But the tide will rise.

The anchor unleashed.

Eventually, hope returns.

Remember this, friend…

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