Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.
- From "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" (Part II) By S. T. Coleridge. Read here...[photo]
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