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the battle for troy (Free verse) by oneglove

my love the beauty that launched a thousand ships and as each vessel left the harbor they sailed carrying a piece of my heart that it may lead them to you a compass always pointing towards true love and that you may be drawn to it a beakon to guide your journey though they sail to fringe of map you are but an illusion yet to be found and i still lay at home with just enough heart to keep me breathing and it is here i will wait till i can hold you and my heart can be restored once again

Dovina 14-Nov-05/4:43 PM
That doesn't work either. A compass points to magnetic north, which in my part of the world is about 16 degrees east of true north. Will you now say that he knew the magnetic declination?




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