The Vessel in her maiden quest
With sparkle, doth she fair her best
Showing teeth, she takes her place
Turns from Sun to face the west
Presenting the world her Ruby face
Covering shame with canvas and lace
The world accepts the easy lie
Granting all a state of grace
The land and sea rush swiftly by
There's so much more she's yet to try
Time moves quickly apace
It seems to flit and fly
Now at the dock she longs to embrace
At a slow and steady pace
No one will think her less
For only bearing a brief small taste
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