She asked to me
"Well, do you think all ideas are worthless then?"
and I could not say
" No, for a ship is made of wood, that shall soon rot away,
and yet i still venture to the waters."
post modern verse
"Well, I think your ideas worth?"
I could not say
"No, for the timber ship, which must be made quickly rot away
Waters, yet I still venture ".
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