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In the Mediterranean sea, so vast Ulysses, bound to his mast, Could not hear the mermaid On the sand laid, Singing without delay Her melancholic melodies And sometimes the replay, That entered by the ears in the bodies Of the sailors That were not traitors, But that had no wax To collapse the sound of the sax And of the skipper That had to do the wiper Between the reefs, in the creek, That was, in this time Greek. Finally he succeeded to fill the pipe Of these resonant organs, and to let the men go for a dip When they reached the shore Crying "Never More". Author Notes A story of Ulysse and the mermaids at the beaches, and in the creeks, that was finally successfull.

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