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So Helen launched a thousand ships
And everyone’s impressed with that: But I say, “Well, look what she had to work with. Suppose she’d been stuck in Colorado With not an ocean to speak of. Just a rubber duck flotilla Launched on Monument Creek To raise money for charity. You see them there you know, Each Spring the beautiful Helens With a thousand wanton flowers in their eyes Standing on the banks of the Monument, Looking out across the creek At all those rubber ducks: Thinking of ships, perhaps, And puzzled.
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