She dances without moving
Sails billow without wind
Cannons, crossed, are silent
Ship’s anchor is aweigh
Inked in black, his life
Forever tattooed in my mind.
She dances without moving
Sails billow without wind
Cannons, crossed, are silent
Ship’s anchor is aweigh
Inked in black, his life
Forever tattooed in my mind.
The Writings of William C. Pennington 
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