grand central station to new york | 1 |
public library at a pegleg pace | 2 |
from stars past lions up spermaceti stairs | 3 |
to the rarified air of captains quarters | 4 |
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(i laughed one time over a little | 5 |
illustrated diderot, vaulted gem | 6 |
postage stamp sized delivered with white gloves) | 7 |
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scrimshawed paper telling Ishmael's tale | 8 |
sing songy unscathed ambergris ink | 9 |
oilthought penmanship that cursive line | 10 |
unravelled i'm sure goes round a pyramid. | 11 |