Sintacks One

Aye. Tie I knots tight.
Bowline, sheepshank, reef, clove-hitch.
Knot-rich, a bend in time saves stitch.

Sails snugly home,
Jib taut on sheet,
On sail with wing'ed fleet.
Then rain not, but sleet.

Collar pull upturned
Down neck flakes drip,
Start awful trip.
Voyage is, on seven seas over,
Cliffs white, left Dover.

Sea, dark wine.
Homer analogy, not mine.
Let sheet fly, tack quick,
No time now be sick,
At helm your trick.

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