Magnets too close to my compass scrambled north.
No pail for bailing,
Sinking,
flailing.
Engine flooded.
Troubled thoughts that whistle round like the wind.
Drowned sign saying,
‘Keep this way up!’
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The little ones promenade.
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A small aircraft in the process of performing a medical evacuation runs into problems.
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