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Dreams of Marco Polo
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Dreams of Marco Polo
From the Lobster Pot, Blackness on Sea
I gaze at Marco Polo
Now moored through long Covid days
The ship where I found the world
And my second love of course
Now too I’m moored like a hungry hound
Feeling lost but also found
Dreaming dreams
The horizon never found
So with kindly eye and pint in hand
I sail my life away
I’m having a ball and think I’m okay
I’m just doing it the Marco Polo way.
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The Ice Breaker
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The Ice Breaker
That old Russian ice breaker
Cruise ship Marco Polo
Broke the ice for me
At table two for dinner
Words I said were few
Until the sea shook our table
Her look of fear then grew
‘Don’t you worry. We’ll be OK’
These words came to me
Now years gone by
She says
‘We’ll marry when next at sea’
From the Lobster Pot
Across Blackness on Sea we gaze
Marco Polo where we’ll be wed
Still moored there through the haze
When Covid days are in the past
And with the captain as our priest
Let Marco Polo break more ice
And we’ll have our wedding feast.