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The deck is awash Wind rips the sails The crying and screaming The birds and the waves My senses are reeling Can this be real "All hands on deck!" Old Skippy screams Wet  rigging is whipping Can barley grab hold Cold rain beats down Chilling my soul The cries of my mates Can barely be heard All know their place Their tasks are secured Float as we may A mere cork on the sea Holding out hope Riding the waves May God have mercy Upon all our souls Cried the ships Chaplin Old Skippy just groaned A lifetime at sea More days than on land The old crusty mariner Had many a scare No longer bothered by things such as fate Calmly he waited Claimed by the waves.....
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Jan 1, 2023
Jan 1, 2023 at 1:09 PM UTC
Old Skippy
The deck is awash Wind rips the sails The crying and screaming The birds and the waves My senses are reeling Can this be real "All hands on deck!" Old Skippy screams Wet  rigging is whipping Can barley grab hold Cold rain beats down Chilling my soul The cries of my mates Can barely be heard All know their place Their tasks are secured Float as we may A mere cork on the sea Holding out hope Riding the waves May God have mercy Upon all our souls Cried the ships Chaplin Old Skippy just groaned A lifetime at sea More days than on land The old crusty mariner Had many a scare No longer bothered by things such as fate Calmly he waited Claimed by the waves.....
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Jan 1, 2023
Jan 1, 2023 at 1:09 PM UTC
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