peter
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but poor Peter, for then he was lost out at sea
there was never a man so alive as was he
forever, it seemed, he was just as a child
adventurous, lost, and a little bit wild.
The following poem is an Elizabethan sonnet.
Since I was young I looked up to the stars.
The second to the right my eyes did meet.
And though the twinkling speck seemed very far