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Rebuff it was, the first this trip
Where everyone can join and sit
Right in with others, surface talk
And chat with those who with them walk.We have now common history
So talk shifts more to what we see
Than what was seen before back home
Amongst the folks with whom we roam.Some folks have done these sorts of tours
A self-selected group of course
Of folks who like this sort of thing
So to this venue liking bring.A hundred fifty random folks
Who share their ventures, lives, and jokes
With social guide to lubricate
This strange vacation which we take.So when he pulled back, packed things up
Quite shocked I was at such rebuff
I think a raw nerve's what I hit
Plan then I chose to mini-sit.But hey! It's dawn, our engines throb
And we pull out both me and snob
(Or hurt and touchy, if he be)
Today let's see what we can see.The milky-white of water Rhone
Beneath this ship – our second home –
Flows on while we each catch our sleep
On water depth two dozen feet.“We have no life-boats except one
And yet we still can have our fun
Because if sinking's what we do
We'll sink but dry will be our shoe.So maybe that's what cruises are
Pretending life, from home quite far
Things kept quite shallow in our talk
So if things tank, still onward walk.So silently the throttles shift
Our wake increased from bow of ship
From small fjord he slips right back
Then into darkness like dawn light.
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