The spot of bother grew
and grew without a moment's
notice, 'til whole days
of bother dawned anew
upon a world of bother.
Ill the wind, that blew
no one no good, the falling
tide that sank all boats,
or left them low and dry
at least and lowest ebb,
and leaning listlessly
towards hope.
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