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THAR SHE BLOWS
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Moby Dick was a great white whale
That swam in Ahab's mind
He scoured the oceans and seven seas
The whale for to find
He lost his leg, he lost his peace
He lost his perspective skills
He could only think of killing the whale
He blamed for all his ills
He spent his whole life chasing the object of his blame
An imaginary enemy he could neither kill nor tame
His one thought was to get the whale while ignoring his whole life
He could have had so many things, a home and loving wife
Harpoons can not kill a myth seen in a fever dream
If only Ahab could have realized things are not always how they seem
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