the currency is war - the debt is ***
it’s time to repay the tax from the glory days.
conspiracy is free - among the men at sea,
they await to join Yankees that are drunken on the shore.
ad-ease! calm your sails - the wind startles lads, that jump at first sound of freedom.
she sounds like a fantasy - sung within our shanties , wearing silk and cotton undergarments.
liberty is precious - like a rose you must cherish, for our neighbors are caught with stone setting fire to our garden...
Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 5:59 AM UTC
the currency is war - the debt is ***
it’s time to repay the tax from the glory days.
conspiracy is free - among the men at sea,
they await to join Yankees that are drunken on the shore.
ad-ease! calm your sails - the wind startles lads, that jump at first sound of freedom.
she sounds like a fantasy - sung within our shanties , wearing silk and cotton undergarments.
liberty is precious - like a rose you must cherish, for our neighbors are caught with stone setting fire to our garden...
a poem for my great grandpa who died in WW1
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