Lost Lyrics to “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald”

The GREAT ship was loaded filled with iron ore nugs
A payload she knew and was used to
And the crew was packed snug in their bunks down below
Where the thick air smelled faintly of mildew

The crew would comPLAIN as they all tried to sleep
‘Bout the AROMA that filled up their noses
Though they all held an ARDOR for the lake’s atmosphere
They knew the risks that inhaling mold poses

The captain would sleep in the quarters above
Where the air was more clean and less smelly
He dreamed of his garden and ARBOR within
And that sandwich he got from the deli

-From Wordle Puzzle 2/24/2023

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