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Your pp friend always is at sea.
who has faced many rough storms
He oft clings onto his old rotty boat
No shore in sight one day he'll drown
No one will lay a wreath,none a crown
When me realizes this ageless truth
My face'll be happy nary a frown
At least you will die knowing
At least you will die knowing you have sailed a "holy" vessel....haw haw!!
If I were to know of all those forgotten,
All those who died as an unknown..left rotten,
If I were to know about exactly how many,
I think I'd be laying wreathes, but I'd run out of pennies.
.....
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
In mid-sea pennies are not needed R N Lite twelve n twenty
In mid-sea pennies are not needed R N Lite twelve n twenty.Yeah plenty of holes in mah "holy" vessel.Me spends half the day bailing out water & the remaining time I fish to eat and for words tah paste on the side of th grimy boat.Only goal is tah keep afloat.The sinkin sun'll has been laying wreaths for all those departed from their cages.Me n mah crappy writes....... No more bothering yas serene soul.~Yas~sailin~friend
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