Abandon all hope of glory
let it fall from your hand,
float through grit
and settle to the sand.
Swim on comrades
the Closeout is come.
Breathe in Earth’s aura,
the magnificent clear.
Where you go you’ll stay
held under your fear.
Swim on Comrades
the Closeout is come.
Kick with resolve
the most euphoric whim.
Hoots and shakas
Outlook is grim.
Swim on comrades
Closeout is come.
–EJ
Swell Lines 
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