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CONVOY ESCORT

I was a shepherd to fools
Causelessly bold or afraid.
They would not abide by my rules.
Yet they escaped. For I stayed.
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Sun, 2025-04-13 06:36
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Funny how the word "escort" brings up war poems for some and completely different thoughts for others. While Kipling wrote about protecting convoys, I found myself thinking about more personal escapes.