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If starboard is always right, then...port is always wrong, The keel is happy and healthy as long as it doesn't start singing its song. The sails are well when tied or full but never in a storm, Steer clear of reef and rock and take 'er straight when rogue waves form. Be still in waters made of glass, let fired mornings tether~ Your worries to the anchor as you wait for fairer weather. In crimson sunsets seek the light and venture forth 'til morning, And rememeber all I've told you as a salty, sailor's warning.