Preceptor to the sea? Crispin at sea
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n eye most apt in gelatines and jupes, Berries of villages, a barber’s eye, An eye of land, of simple salad-beds, Of honest quilts, the eye of Crispin, hungOn porpoises, instead of apricots, And on silentious porpoises, whose snoutsDibbled in waves that were mustachios,Inscrutable hair in an inscrutable world. One eats one pate, even of salt, quotha. It was not so much the lost terrestrial, The snug hibernal from that sea and salt,
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