Big Swells, No Signal

Already quite relaxed, I didn’t mind
the interruption of the Internet.
We’ve left the coast of Canada behind
for now, and though devices should be set
an hour forward, Apple cannot find
the proper number, so I’ll just forget
all obligations while we plow the sea,
and pay attention (analog) to me.

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