A haze of days

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In the wild October night-time, when the wind raved round the land, And the Back-sea met the front-sea, and our doors were blocked with sand, And we heard the drub of dead-man's bay, where the bones of thousands are, We knew not what the day had done for us at Trafalgar. Had done, Had done, For us at Trafalgar! 'Pull hard, and make the nothe, or down we go!' One says, says he. We pulled; and bedt... Read Full Entry

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