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I forgot. I composed a poem when I was in Kingston on the cruise. It's called Reflections On a Bug While Cruising In a Boat on Lake Ontario and goes thusly:
Reflections On a Bug
While Cruising In a Boat on Lake Ontario
Little bug, fly far away from here,
There are better lights to call you.
I wrote it while standing on the promenade deck over looking the lower level of the boat we were on, watching a fly of some sort buzz around a light on the back of the boat as we cruised along. It doesn't really have any reflections in it, as the title suggests, but I wanted to record it for my own memories.
Reflections On a Bug
While Cruising In a Boat on Lake Ontario
Little bug, fly far away from here,
There are better lights to call you.
I wrote it while standing on the promenade deck over looking the lower level of the boat we were on, watching a fly of some sort buzz around a light on the back of the boat as we cruised along. It doesn't really have any reflections in it, as the title suggests, but I wanted to record it for my own memories.
